I'm difficult to please when it comes to work, I think I want everyone to do their damn job so I don't gotta come in as the new hire and actually spend a lot of time putting things back in order The soda storage was a fucking disaster thursday, and I was only gone a day cause wednesday was my day off it was also a disaster yesterday, and I'd only been gone 8 hours then When I had a week's vacation, I came back and it was a blessing from the divines themselves that a flake of glass cola bottles, placed precariously ontop a stack of half-opened and mismatch-sized flakes of other sodas, hadn't fallen over and shattered into a million pieces I spent like 2 hours putting taht shit back in order
I don't even know if it's my coworkers' fault exactly, I think it's the language-learning guys who aren't technically employed but more just loaned out as part of their integration. Between the language barrier and their overall lack of reason to give a damn, they don't really give 100%, and I don't entirely blame them either.
it doesn't help that the things that seem obvious to me aren't so obvious, apparently I try to organize stuff so it's easy for the next person to get through their work, but when I show up again, shit's all fucked up but the Good Coworker, he gets my neutoricism, he sees the vision
