crying_at_work SW Standing there, listening to you tell me that you won't be able to save my ass when I fuck up the job. Not if I fuck up, but when. That they won't want me back next year, because they've been told I don't do any work. How is it that I can run a lie that takes four people, with two, as long as the other person I'm working with knows how to stack boxes? I don't work, but I can do that, while the full timers complain if they have only three people on the line. Thats right. I never work. I do the line, clean the machines, mop the floors, and everything else I'm asked to do. But then you come over, and say I do nothing. That you won't be able to get this job back for me next year. That this is a job, not a vacation. My own father doesn't think I can do it. Is just waiting for me to fuck up. So, I stand, and stare at the wall, and fight back tears. Right now, I hate you. 040702 ... . line. not lie. 040702 what's it to you? who go blather from