Apparently I have no tolerance for people who don't do their job.
Pay no attention to this plank in my eye, or the laundry needing done, or the dishes piled up....
Shut up, conscience!
As I was saying, people who stand around, looking very busy, while the rest of us bust our whatchamacallits, really, REALLY annoy me.
Don't worry, I'll tell you how I really feel.
I mean, seriously... There's a young lady who works on the same conveyor belt where I work. She runs all over the place zipping packages down the slide to their appropriate places. She runs up and down the belt, sliding packages hither and yon. She's amazing. She's tiny. She's a machine.
The guy who stands behind her, facing the opposite belt NEVER moves from the place he stands. He NEVER offers a hand when she is lifting an obviously heavy or cumbersome package.
I asked the young woman tonight if there was something wrong with Kris* (no offense, Chris, I pulled this name out of the sky). She tells me that he is kinda weird. He does the same thing every night. He comes in, he works until 2:30 and then leaves. No one questions him. Oh, and his daddy is Phred Smyth's* personal pilot.
Oh, now I get it.
So from now on, I am going to try to engage this man. I am going to give him EVERY opportunity to help out when I am in need of assistance.
It's how I roll.
Meanwhile, we have a certain lady on our team who is very similar, in that she does NO work. I find this absolutely unacceptable. But I don't know what I can possibly do about it. Tonight I tried to give her the opportunity to lift a finger and she told me that I was doing fine.
Whatever. I'm gonna pray for her.
And for me.
That I don't push the wrong person and end up in trouble. ;-)
*Spellings of actual names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
And also, so that a google search doesn't end me up in trouble with the big guy.