I work for a cabinet factory. I’m in the finishing department. I wake up at five and leave at a quarter until six. Every day for the past two weeks I have been giving a coworker a ride because I want to be a generous person who does nice things, and I resent giving my coworker a ride because I am not by nature a generous person who does nice things.
I like having a structure and a boss. I am there at a time and I do what someone tells me until I leave. I am an unimportant speck of meat. This makes me happy. I have no burden of authority and I can disappear the second I want to.
I do not like that there is only a loosely designed hierarchy that’s not implemented well. Since my departmental head has been there for less than two years, most of my team mates in the department (who have been there 10+ years) won’t listen to a word he says.
Marsha knew we can’t have drinks at our tables (OSHA mandated) and when she was caught with a drink at her table she got in trouble. And it really pissed her off. She spent the next hour or so walking around to everyones table, waiting for them to look up and acknowledge her and say “you know what fuckin’ pisses me off?” and tell them about how unfair it was that she got in trouble for this thing that we’ve been explicitly reminded not to do.
Today, I watched one coworker drop a big ziplock baggie of weed into another coworkers drawer. Later, the second coworker gave the first a big bundle of money.
Marsha’s ulcer is acting up. Marsha starts every day with a coffee flavored monster energy drink. Marsha offers advice and it is almost always wrong and will usually get me in trouble. Marsha refuses to listen to our department head. Marsha will contradict everything he’s said the second he’s two feet away. Marsha’s been there fifteen years.