Adventures with the Devil, Act 416

I swear it's an absolute miracle I haven't committed murder yet.
This woman is certifiably insane. I'm going to have to find a way to survive six more months with her.
A couple days ago, I turned in my hours to Agnes, which I do at the beginning of every month. I get paid on the 10th of every month.
I went over my contract hours for the month, so I'm supposed to get paid overtime. Agnes had a couple questions about the hours I had written down, which I knew she would because I had added the hours from a holiday and the time it took me to go to and from my off-campus teaching job; all reasonable additions to a normal brain functioning person.
March 1st is Lunar New Year and a national holiday in Korea. I'm supposed to get paid for national holidays. So, of course, Agnes pitched a fit about that, saying I didn't work that day. I told her according to Talking Club corporate headquarters, I get paid for national holidays. Dropping the "Talking Club Corporate Headquarters" bomb seems to scare her so she shut right up.
Then she wanted to fight me on the time I wrote down to grade tests. I had been given a huge stack of tests to grade as I was leaving school one day, so I counted the time it took me to grade those tests at home. She told me I shouldn't have taken them home. I fought her on that, saying maybe the teachers shouldn't wait until the end of the day to give me a huge stack of papers to grade. They could easily give them to me throughout the day.
Then she got all fired up (and so did I) about writing down the time it takes me to walk to and from my kindergarten classes, which aren't at Talking Club. She got crazy pissed about that and I told her if she wanted to cheat me out of the money I had earned, I would just stop going to the kindergarten. She said I couldn't do that because the kindergarten hours were part of my contract hours. I said no they weren't. My contract was with Talking Club, not Ischule (the kindergarten). She said, "Ok, we'll just bus all the children to Talking Club and you could do the classes here." I said, "Great, that would be fine."
I knew full well that would never happen and would be a logistical nightmare and the kindergarten directors would never agree to it. Bussing 40 4-to-6-year-olds to Talking Club four days a week would never happen and I knew that. Agnes then said, "Ok, fine, but I want your key back." She had given me an office key when I first started so I could get into the building and do prep work and use the computer.
I hadn't been using the key or office inappropriately and she knew that, she was just mad at me. I chuckled a little and said, "No problem."
Now I intend to call her incessantly for her to open the office for me. I know she sleeps in really late, so I'll just keep calling her early in the morning. It's going to be fun! I've got to entertain myself somehow for the next six months with her!!!