scene from Glory

An Irish drill sergeant is really tough and drills the Black troops, as really he would any group training to fight. In one scene he is seen harshly showning a new recruit front and back and right (steps hard on his foot) and left.

"How many of you do not know your left ... from your right?"
Ninety percent of the recruits raise their hands. The sergeant takes Christ's name in vain.

How many ladies and girls are pregnant or single moms? Ninety percent of hands go up.

So ... uh ... I have nothing to say that is helpful.
There's a girl at work who's pregnant and has cohabitated with boyfriend for three years. Now, last night she was whining that he was being a [tip of a needle], thinking about kicking her out of the house. I told her that I could be Dr. Ruth and Dr. Phil only when I had time. In the three minutes I spent not hauling butt to do daily paper chasing, I put myself fifteen minutes behind.

I'm hating work more and more. Yes, I'm looking for another job.
I found out that I didn't get my raise. I'm to speak with the GM on Thursday, suredly to have a sit down about ... well, you see blah, blah, blah, not ready ... blah, blah, blah, show this ...

So, I took a test, got more responsibility, but no extra pay. Okay, that is pretty typical, gotta show that you are worth it. Why then did I take the test? I guess so that I could "legitimately" close the store at night, saving an assistant manager from doing it.

Of all the crap that I have to do ... the needless and I mean needless paper-chasing is the most obnoxious. If I could strike out that -- that would save 60-90 minutes easily. Closing would be almost breezy.

The other thing, working with others, is dealing with generalized laziness and stupidty. Gosh, does it matter that this paper that looks much like another be separated from the pack? I mean, I've been working here for years, surely I can go ahead put this new guy behind by being stupid -- continually. It's alright if I wonder around and chat about people eating me in a jovial kind of way, while accomplishing Jack Squat, right?

Any time that I am at work, closing or not, I bust my hump -- for naught. It's the place, where when you put in 120 percent, that becomes your baseline and you are never really acknowledged for it, for ... that's what you do, right?