I’m really sick of the overnighter’s attitudes

Seriously. We had seven, count ’em, SEVEN, trucks today. On top of all the day-after Thanksgiving crap we already had in the building.

So the overnight senior manager comes storming into the office (into which I have just been summoned) and wants to know if all her trucks are unloaded, and they’d better be or I shouldn’t be in the office. Screw you bitch. When I’ve been called in there by the day shift senior manager it’s none of your damn business why or how long I’ve been in there. And on top of that, three of my four trucks had already been unloaded and sorted, and less than thirty minutes after that the last of my trucks was unloaded and sorted. I have no idea what progress was being made on the other side of the store because I was on my side of the store making sure my job got done.

Bitch.

That felt really good. Sorry about that. I should probably go to bed now, it’s getting late and I don’t want to get wound up again.

Night!