Mare's Wall of Hate

I hate Larry. There are very few people whom I hate, but Larry has distinguished himself enough to become one of them. He has joined my figurative wall of hate. The next time I work with him, there is going to be an accident because I cannot take him any more.

We were supposed to close together tonight. Key words: Supposed To. The other night when I went home sick, Larry had to close by himself and basically did nothing. He didn't clean his slicer, he didn't do the dishes, andhe didn't cover anything. Today, when Nancy very calmly asked him why he didn't, he threw a tantrum and stormed off because he felt that he shouldn't have to explain himself. Have I mentioned that Larry is at least in his late 50's? I don't know about you, but in my world when you don't do your work you get asked about it. Apparently not in his.

So, Larry left at the beginning of our 8 and half hour shift, leaving me to close alone. Thank goodness Erin stayed an extra hour. Amazingly, even though I was by myself for 2 hours, I still managed to clean everything and get out ON TIME. Jesus Larry, what's your excuse going to be this time, no one wanted to play nicely?

Congratulations Larry, you have made it onto my figurative Wall of Hate. Have a cookie.