We're so creative, so much more-We're high above but on the floor

Am I really that difficult? Do I expect people to live up to some standard of decency that is irrational?
Glares.
Blinks.
Yeh, you probably shouldn't answer that.
I've put in my 24 hours notice with the gig.
There are things I can take. I can be yelled at. I can work fast. I handle stress with maybe not grace but gritted teeth. I will not be treated like a fool.
What do I mean?
When I go to do a job I expect to know what that job is. Not in a vague sense, ("You'll be doing some kind of clerical work.") I need to know if I'm supposed to answer the phones or deal with customers/clients what have you. I need instructions so that I am capable of surmising my role. Most of all, if I'm going to be doing a job that is the same as a person trained specifically in the field-I need to at least receive some training. I thought that I'd got this.
Today, the rules changed and I went from promising and happy at the assignment to miserable (my usual state) in under 2 hours. By lunch I was at the gas station buying cigarettes. During my afternoon break I was trying to get ahold of my supervisor at the temp agency to explain why this assignment would not work for me.
Still no explanation about the fool thing...OK let me try. The assignment as I understood it was to field the occasional phone call but basically I would work in the mail room. Putting away files, sorting mail, sending faxes. Stuff like that. Today-I was told I had to train on the front desk. This is an area about the size of my couch + the space behind my couch to the wall. It is very small. Three people with two phones and about 6 lines ringing constantly and the poor people of Nashville asking questions that in general don't have answers. I went up there, watched, answered the occasional phone call, did the best I could. After maybe an hour I went back to the woman who'd shown me the ropes yesterday and asked if I was supposed to be working the front AND re-filing files AND sending faxes AND sorting the mail. Trust me when I tell you-this is a great deal of work. It's not undoable if you have been trained-but I wasn't so I was concerned.
The Person in Charge (TPIC) a large (about 6'4" I'd guess) black woman with dyed blonde hair and an abrasive attitude heard this and decided that I needed WATCHED. So, unbeknowst to me, she went up front to hawk me. I just did my best to do my job with my zero knowledge. I answered phones, passed out paperwork. I honestly tried-it was crazy. I hate hectic-I am not made for hectic. I like quiet, methodical and reasoned. If I was fond of crazy I probably would spend more time around the most hectic thing on the planet, people-but we know how I feel about them.
Word came that TPIC had decided I should spend limited time up front. Good, right? No. Because she wanted me off the desk because she decided I wasn't capable. To use a phrase for which I have a great deal of animosity, but it applies better than any other: No shit, Sherlock. Capable implies a level of learnedness one cannot attain in an hour. Capable suggests training and background in a field. Would I be expected to be a capable attorney? At least I've met attorneys and used a law book or two. But that doesn't make me a lawyer. And being assigned a job at the Sect 8 office doesn't make me an expert in the field of subsidized housing.
This seems so logical, doesn't it? Try to tell TPIC-I was told things about her that I will refrain from repeating but she makes me sick. I'm not good. I do lousy things. But I do my best to not act in a way that is immoral. Dishonesty and immorality are two different things. There are different kinds of immorality. What she's doing is number one on the commandments you should avoid breaking professionally. (No-not murder. The other one.)
It got worse. For goodness sake, I was smoking. That's not something I should have to do in orer to get thru a shift. Unless I want to.
I am at the point where I am beginning to wonder if I can actually deal with people on any level. Alone, I'm fine and can do any job as long as it provides near total autonomy. With people, I am miserable. I'm either too nice, too polite, or too short.

I'm miserable.
Just in general. Right now-I am miserable and I'm going to hold onto that. It seems like it might be my salvation.

Music: Not an Addict-K's Choice.