I was in break room this morning around 9 am with a few of my co-workers. All of us had been clocked in since 5:30 or 6 am. Another co-worker breezes in to work a later shift and sarcastically comments about all of us about how “lively” we all were. See how “lively” you are when you have to set 3 alarms just to get your “lively” ass out of bed – the last of which was 5:20 am. Allowing yourself just enough time to chug yesterday’s coffee, get dressed and inhale a cranberry nut bar. And also only a couple of hours’ sleep the previous night because of allergies.
I didn’t say a thing! I’ve already been lectured about my “attitude” at work enough. F— attitude… I do the work. Who cares how happy I am while doing it?