Rachael on Snakes

Don't you hate snakes?

I'm not talking about your garden variety of snake here... I am talking about the big, pompous ones you work with.

"Snakes?" you may say. "Rachael, I don't work with any snakes." But, surely, you do. Snakes are the ones who sneak in and eat your lunch out of the fridge. Snakes are the ones who get the best coffee when they supply the worst. Snakes are the opnes who sneak in and take all of the extra hours, leaving you nearly broke and terribly bored.

I work part time. I think this must be obvious as I took two days last week and drove across the state. Currently, I work Monday and Thursday from 1-8. I used to work every Sunday as well but we close on Sundays for the summer. With just those hours, my bills are paid and I have about $100 a week. Living with Mommy and Daddy really does help. I usually put about 50 in my tank and 30 in my tummy, leaving me with 20 to do as I please. I buy a lot of second hand and clearance items. If I want something a little more expensive, I don't drive around on my days off and I don't eat steak. This works well for me.

And when there are extra hours, well, you had just better watch out! I put all of that extra money away or pay extra on my bills and sometimes I stock up on expensive alcohol. I had a big check right before I went to Frankenmuth with J last time, and I bought a bottle of my favorite wine which is a whopping $15/bottle. I love extra hours. It's not necessarily the money. I like feeling a little more professional, a little more needed, and a lot more stable. I like being able to take care of dinner for my friends. (The last time I won on Keno, Michigan's resident bar lottery, I put $40 on the table and told everyone to eat and drink). I like being comfortable, not just all right.

Something horrible has happened. Early in the year, when I was working incredible amounts of hours, I got sick. I got really sick. I had a fever of 103. I could not even stand to watch TV or read. I just slept. I had to call in. Unfortunately, I was pretty much the sub clerk and there was no one to cover me. (Everyone else is older and most of them were in Florida). IN such trying times, they promoted The Snake. The Snake worked under me before, when I was a page. They promoted him because he worked the front desk at the college library. However, this is a whole different ball game and he seems to hate the job. He makes patrons cry. He always leaves work for the next person. What's worse, he goes to our superviser everyday to ask for hours.

I refuse to do this. I think that it is rude and I think that I am above it.

What gets me is the The Snake always gets his way. There is nothing for it. I can try my best to outwit him and he still comes out on top. My new plan is to be classy me. F**k him. I need a shot. lol