Work

I work pretty much every day. Some days, I must admit, are better than others. Today I had the misfortune of being paired with a slacker. Now, I must first say that I am a self-professed slacker by nature so for me to even mention his slacking is truly remarkable. Here I am; scrubbing counters, putting crap away, organizing everything so that I can GO HOME. I walk into the next room for just a moment, trying to speedily bring things to the back where they belong and then I hear his voice. Like really, if you're going to stop working and talk to your friend at least have the decency to speak at a reasonable volume. With the sinking suspicion that my co-worker had, indeed, halted any pitiful progress that he was making, I walk back to the front. Low and behold the loud, obnoxious voice is attached to the guy that SHOULD be cleaning, that SHOULD be working as hard as I am to get our area closed, but no such luck. With one elbow propped up on a counter he is rambunctiously speaking to a fellow co-worker, one that is already finished work for the day and does not have something as pressing as cleaning on his mind. I know this because he had first tried to initiate a conversation with me. So, imagine my chagrin when left to behold such a sight. With sweat literally pooling on my  forehead there I am, awestruck to realize once and for all that if I want to go home tonight then I, alone needed to make sure that it happened. Forget teamwork and relying on the people that are supposed to be helping you. Obviously the old saying holds true, "if you want something done right then you have to do it yourself." Well thank you slacker co-worker, I have at last learned, and learned well; if we're both scheduled to close together I need to fucking call in sick or prepare myself for a very, very rough night of work.