At the moment it happens, it's amusing. The coworker who stands in front of a cabinet, looking as if they are trying to decipher the Zodiac's letter or the DaVinci Code, while in reality, they're trying to stall putting a marble away, so they don't have to lift a 30-pound container of Legos. They walk back and forth, with such determination it's commendable until you realize they've done nothing of use. They always have that need to go to the bathroom, or to check on some mysterious thing that needs their attention, away from any area where work is necessary and of course, as you are frantically attempting to finish in time to take on another chore, they find this is the time to ask the boss something of utmost importance. My favorite, was last week, when four people filled out their time sheets, on the first day of a 16-day work black, while I prepared a snack for 80 kids alone, then proceeded to put out 80% of the toys, while they continued talking about something they did over the weekend. I'm all for workplace camaraderie, but there' is a time and place for sitting down and shirking responsibility, and it's called a break, which last time I checked, I don't get at my job. My job isn't even full time, and the hard work aspect of the job takes place 15-20 minutes before the kids arrive, 10-15 minutes during snack, and 15-20 minutes at the end of the day. Less than one hour of this job could be considered difficult, yet it's at this time when the majority of the crew is conveniently busy, absent, or meandering about, thinking they are fooling someone. Here's the best part: Every single day, every single task, even some that are not our responsibility, are completed and fully. Some days we have a staff of seven, others a staff of eleven, and on rare occasions, more than four people actually help. The amazing thing is, we're all given credit and even more amazing, it's accepted by those who don't do as much, with such pride, it's almost as if they've convinced themselves it was them. Dunning-Kruger? Cognitive Dissonance? Being an asshole? You choose. I just try to make it so that the kids, their parents, and my boss, never have to deal with it. And yes, it's exhausting. Oh and I hope those who do this realize, we know who you are, and we may smile, give you a pat on the back, even a hug; hell, we may even be friends outside of work with you, but realize, those that do are talking about you when your work is being covered, and it's not gossip, it's disgust.
Rant over!
Rant over!
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