We are what everyone wants to be

I'm a mean person.

I'm a bad person.

I should clarify those two statements. Most people think of me as a really nice guy, and for the most part, they're right. But those are people I like, or friends of people I like. Or people I have to be nice - customers of my current employer, for instance. Or cute or interesting girls. Or random strangers that aren't asking me for money and/or trying to hand me a pamphlet. They haven't seen my vindictive side. Well, David has. And I'm sure Lilie and/or Rose have once or twice. There are two groups of people I'm mean and bad to - people who annoy me, which is a HUGE category, and people who mess with someone I care about.

I haven't dealt with the latter in a while now, because I haven't had much interaction with people I care about. I mean, there was Scott, who I did bear some ill will towards. Not because Lilie left me for him, which is fine, as long as it made her happy, but because he hurt her. However, she's moved on, so I'll drop the whole thing.

But people who cross me, get on my bad side? I might not do something worse than take delight in their misery or suffering, but I feel that's still fairly bad.

So: Brenda. The really annoying bitch at work. And yes, I've only been there a month, I probably shouldn't already hate someone. But I'm not going to complain about her to Mom. Or Lilie. Or Ambra. Or Rose. Or anyone else. I'm only going to vent here.

I've already chronicled some of the problems I've had with her, now I've got some additional grievances.

So last night (Monday night; it doesn't become a new day until I go to sleep), I was about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes late for work; Zack was around half an hour (late). I get there, it's just me, Devon, Ben, and Brenda. She's working the palettes near 9 and 10, they're down at the other end, so I go to my normal spot on 7 and start breaking down palettes.

At some point, she starts talking shit about how she's broken down more freight than we have. Except a) more than half of us (Mat was late too) were late, and she was doing cereal, which come in very large boxes, larges cases, and thus, there aren't nearly as many on a palette as say, canned goods.

Also, she's doing her little jumpy thing, talking about how much energy she has, she's just discovered this great new energy drink, she's pumped up and ready to go.

Except at the end of the night, she was complaining about being tired. And she's throwing stuff - onto the carts, into the aisles. I mean, actually throwing stuff. Stuff kept falling off her cart, 'cause she had it stacked all messy (ha! me ragging on someone for stacking stuff messy) 'cause she was just throwing it on there, two boxes of juice came open and their bottles were strewn about, because she had just thrown them off the cart.

Whatever.

So tonight, Zach, Devon, and Ben are off; we get Nolan, Paul, and Rosa. Brenda's still there. She starts off talking all this shit, about how she threw two aisles last night, 'cause she's so awesome.

Except she threw them both because neither one had very much freight on it, at all. Seven *easily* had more than both of them combined. I had 246 cases - I counted. On top of that, 10 is by far the easiest aisle to throw. The old hispanic lady who doesn't speak or read english usually handles 10. New people tend to start off on 10, 'cause it's so easy.

Then the second time she says it, she says that she threw 9, 10, and another aisle. 7. I call her on that. She says, "Well, one of those down there."

She didn't. Devon did 3. Mat did 4. Zack did 5. Ben did 6. I did 7. 8 is seasonal shit.

I mean, yeah, people tend to embellish their stories. Mainly small children. Most of us start outgrowing it at what, 10? That, and people who constantly feel the need to '1-up' everyone else DRIVE ME NUTS.

So the night passes without too much incident; we (Nolan, Paul, Mat, and me) blitz 3, 4, and 7, they're thrown before lunch. Nolan hits 5, Paul's on 6, while Mat and I zone 3 and 7 respectively, then move to 4. Rosa's on 10 this whole time; Brenda's on 9. They didn't have a ton of freight on either one. Second break rolls around; Mat and I are zoning 4, Nolan and Paul are finishing up their aisles. We find out Brenda is nowhere near done on 9. Nolan spends the next hour, as we jump around, finishing up the spots on our three aisles that aren't done, how ridiculous it is that she's not done yet.

So the morning walkthrough comes through, tells us that we need to get all our equipment, trash, etc., off the floor. Brenda, Rosa, and I all go to throw trash. I was first, and discover that we need to make a bale. So I'm setting it up; I get the rod to open the holes; Brenda takes it from me and tells me to get out of the way. I *was* going to help, until that point; I wasn't going to fight to help, so I left to go help Paul and Nolan finish up.

We finish up the cracker section on 7, mainly listening to Nolan talk about how slow Brenda was moving - I smiled, because I'm a bad person. Then Frances said something about 9 not being completely zoned, which really threw us for a loop, since it was past eight at this point, and Brenda only had this aisle all night. I even got the distinct pleasure of see Frances tell Brenda that she didn't know how to zone properly, and she had to sit there while Frances showed her how to. Finally, around eight-thirty, we just called it.

There was something else I wanted to blog about, but I can't remember what it was.

Jewel -- Doin' FIne