Quickie

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Work? We started the day with more of the same (peeling microwaves) but finished all those by our first break.

Then it was back to what we did the first 2 days I was there - checking for cracked grilles, and replacing them (for the models we had replacements for, at least). I spent almost all my time just cutting open boxes for the people doing the inspections... they can be bloody fast.
Went well though. More of the same tomorrow.

Went to gaming tonight. Played a disturbingly difficult game with an incredibly innocuous name.

Who would have thought that a board game with a name like "Bus" (yes, the name of the game is that one word) would be so damn brain-melting?
No Monday night gaming next week, tis Labour day.

Why the fuck am I still awake?
This song is pretty. *hugs his anrakushi for sending it to him*

I can use my steel-toed boots for good or for evil...

...and today I was tempted to use them for evil.

Work today was more inspecting (and sometimes replacing) cracked grilles in microwaves. All the other temps were doing that. I, being one of the few people competent enough to use a knife (I swear) and ZOMG! able to KEEP a knife (my own, brought in from home no less!)... my job was to cut the tape sealing all the boxes shut for all the other workers. I would go around and do this in advance on the top layer of boxes (the boxes were all stacked 2 high, which brings them up to about the bottom of your ribs, say 4 feet), and then come back and do the bottom layer as it became exposed.

Given that there was one knife-person (moi) and SEVEN other inspectors, I was fairly busy. For the most part, I could just keep up with people... I was almost always in motion, and the few times I got ahead, I usually spent slashing the shrink-wrap off the new incoming pallets and stripping them. But I was busy, non-stop. This was easy work in terms of load... I wasn't really lifting or exerting a lot opf pressure... but it was solid work nonetheless. I sweated, and it took a fair bit of energy. I was busy.

The other workers had to unpack the boxes, inspect the grilles for cracks, sometimes replace them (if we had the spare grilles) or otherwise tag them as damaged, then repack them. After that, they would pull them down to the ground level (about 2 feet) and then slide them along the very smooth floor over to the guy who would then tape them up and stack the pallets.

Pretty straightforward, all told.

Except for this one girl. If there was such a thing as an Entitlement Bitch EMPLOYEE, she would be it.

This girl flat out REFUSED to
Lift boxes.
Lower them to the ground
Pull them towards her (18 inches, from the middle row of the pallet to the outside)
OR slide them along the floor to the tape dude.

She wouldn't even try. She claimed they were too heavy. They were under 60 pounds. Yeah, it's heavy, but it's not hard to lower one two bloody feet (esp. when you can angle it and slide it down the corner of another box) or to even slide them on the floor (I could do it with my left hand). And it's not like I'm muscle man here... when I flex my biceps, they squish easier than jello - literally.

But yeah. Refused to do it. She would just sit there and make someone else do it for her. Mostly me. When I had no bloody time to spare.
It was annoying. But it continued, and she got worse. So I took to ignoring her, made plausible by the fact I listen to my mp3 player continuously at work (though at low volume so I can easily hear people). I also conspicuously helped others here and there.

Eventually she spent like 5 minutes trying to get my attention to take away her boxes. I ignored her. So she stopped what she was doing and walked over 15 feet to stand right beside me and TELL me to take her boxes. Well, she wants to be a bitch, I can be a fucking asshole right back.

I told her flat out to stop being lazy and damn well do it herself. Wah wah wah too heavy. They aren't. And then she gets into deep shit with her next excuses.
Excuse 1: "It's not my job to do that, it's your job."
No bitch, My job is to cut the boxes open, and I'm BUSY DOING IT. Don't try to tell me my fucking job. You've been here 2 days, I've been here EIGHT.

Excuse 2: "You are a man, I am a woman, so you must do it."
Gee whiz... out of 8 temps, FIVE of them are women. Moreso, the other 4 women? THEY'RE ALL DOING IT THEMSELVES!
Not only that, but most of them are stronger than me! And look at Jean! Not only is she doing it herself, but she's doing it with a HURT HAND (she stabbed herself with a tape gun by accident).

She then recycled Excuses 1 and 2 a bunch. I just told her off more and more. So then, she has the audacity to stop her work AGAIN (note that I never stopped my work even while chewing her out) to walk the entire length of the bloody work area (at least 30 feet) to complain about me to one of the regular emplyees (not even a supervisor, just Chad). From about 20 feet away, I could see him sigh and roll his eyes. He said nothing to her and she went back to her laziness. By this time, Johnny, Diane and Sherri were all telling her off too, and we were talking trash about her right in front of her. We didn't like her and made no effort to hide it.

Now, I'm a friendly person. I try to get along with my fellow temps, and generally do a good job of it. But she's just a lazy wench with entitlement mentality and a bad attitude... so my real nature comes out and bites her on the ass. You wanna be a bitch, that's fine, I can out-asshole you any day.

But yeah... SOOOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to use my boots for evil. First time I've ever wanted to.

But I didn't. And in the end, I didn't need to.

At the end of the day, only 4 of the 8 temps were asked back for tomorrow.
I was one of them. She was not.

Suck it, bitch.