I had a shitty day at work today. →[More:]One of the managers (thankfully not mine), a dour sour-faced middle aged woman runs the back end of the main floor, where her staff basically putter around shelving the occasional book and answering the occasional question (often stoned), while me and my cohorts are up front doing the heavy lifting and dealing with the insane homeless guys and book spitters.

The large loads that come in are left in an area next to her info desk. I was sent back to get one this morning and it was all packed in odd-shaped boxes that I had to put on a rope-handled dolly and lug up to the buying desk to be unloaded. Another worker was unpacking stuff there too and there was clutter everywhere so the space was crowded and it was taking me a while. One box was collapsing and threatening to collapse so I was trying to figure out the best way to load it to avoid a mishap. I must've taken longer than manager-lady wanted because she barked "just take what'll fit and come back for the rest, jon. you've got a little common sense, why dont you use it!" Being publicly dressed down sets me off like almost nothing else. I don't care if you don't like me (and I know from inside dope that this woman dosen't much care for me and I don't like her much either) but act like a fucking professional, for chrissake*. And then one of the buyers I work with, whom we occasionally call 'the artiste,' due to his tendency to check the value of every book rather than do a little guesswork and speed things up was told to speed things up by his boss because the line was stretching out to the street, and proceeded to act like a petulant child for the rest of the day, slamming books on the counter for me to sort and tote away and pissily pouting, proving the adage that shit rolls down hill and sadly I live in the ditch.

Boy am I glad to be home with a lot of cold beer and what I've decided is my new theme song, my beloved Dictators with 'I Am Right".

* a co-worker of mine says she's done the same thing to him, too, and she seems to be embroiled in some low level war with the magers of our department, which is her business but i wish she'd keep me the hell out of it