Another marvy day at Slate Rock and Gravel

Apparently I'm just supposed to show up every day and collect a paycheck twice a month. . . Let's forget about anything positive I may be able to do. . . Let's ignore the fact that my job description says I should be responsible for x, y, and z. . . Oh, and don't bother acting like an adult and offering coaching/criticism when something happens - just treat me like I don't exist and maybe I will either A) get fed up, and say something sarcastic so that he has an excuse to fire me, or B) get fed up and walk out, C) have a heart attack or stroke from the stress, or D) go postal. I really can't say which option is the most likely to happen right now...