Like most people my age, I work. I don’t work much, and I don’t work hard. I’m lazy and uninspired, and I’m the first one to admit it. I suppose one day I will find my focus, but until then, I am perfectly contented to sort through organic products for 6 hours a day, before retreating home to play with my computer. Okay, in all fairness, I learn a lot on my computer. Things that will come in handy when I am in school, provided I stick with my current goal involving media. And, in between, I get to yell things like ITMAN (I DON’T!)!!! And be immature with random amigas. It’s a nice existence.

However, just because I am a little bit careless these days, does not mean I don’t know how to behave, or that I shirk my responsibility. I’ve been raised to face the consequences of my actions. I started working when I was 16. I’m sure I drove my supervisors crazy with my silliness (I’m friends with some of them on Facebook! I should ask them! And apologize once they confirm my suspicions!). But one thing that can be said was that I was not irresponsible. Okay, I spent my money frivolously, but that has little to do with my job. As far as work is concerned, I’ve only been significantly late once. By 10 minutes. Because I had to walk at the last minute. I’ve never missed a day without calling in. My breaks are always carefully timed. I’ve always been careful to complete the tasks assigned to me.

That is why I am completely flabbergasted by the attitude of my newest work colleague. I won’t mention her name, partially because I’m not sure what it is, I’ve never set my eyes on the girl! Apparently, she takes uber long breaks, and then lies about it, even after someone has seen her, and called her out on it. And doesn’t complete very simple assignments. (And I mean, really simple. This is retail, it’s not rocket science!)

I have had two run-ins with her (kind of. One wasn’t really with her.). Yesterday, I was working from 8am until noon, and she was scheduled from 11 until… whenever. Four? Who cares? The point was, she was supposed to come, and take over for me. I know how to run the department quite well, having worked there since the beginning, so I had completed the majority of the day’s work without problems. But, I’d left a few easy things, like facing and tidying up the department, for the new girl. She was due at 11. By 11.30, I realized she probably wasn’t going to show– at least not by the time I finished. So, I ran around like a wild woman completing the task I was already attending to, as well as tidying up as best I could. Finally, my dad came up to me, and told me he’d be around, and I should find him. I agreed, and finished my mad dash.

Shortly after noon, I swiped out, and followed my dad around, shopping. Around 12.15, I hear a page for my department. And, I figure it’s her, so I run back, and she tells me she won’t be in. Fine, fine, I say sweetly. But really, I’m kind of angry. I mean, company policy is to phone in 2 hours before your shift if you are not going to make it. It was an hour and 15 minutes after her shift was due to start! What? Where’s the responsibility in that? Anyway, she told me she would be in for her shift today, at 2, and I suppose I believed her.

I shouldn’t have. Around 11.30, I get a call, not from her, but from her sister. She says that the girl (the one I work with) won’t be in today, because she is severely behind in schoolwork. But, she will come in the next day.

Right. Like I’m going to believe that. Ha. Cue laughter.

In any case, I suppose things have changed since I was 16 and started working. Permission to work was granted by my parents and based on the condition that my grades stay satisfactory. And I would never have dared to call in two days in a row, for no apparent good reason!

I don’t get it. I suppose she doesn’t get it either.

Ah, to be 16 again!