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before/after So I have a co-worker, Neil. Neil stands about five foot ten, overweight by about forty pounds, pasty. Doughboy. Brown eyes. He never graduated high-school, liked smoking pot too much. Got his good-enough diploma and got married at eighteen. Worked a series of low-rent jobs until he got a job in the plant. Worked hard, hurt his back. Has a permanent prescription to Vicodin. His wife is lazy and doesn't work, even though they live in poverty, just a hair above total collapse. He has a cute son who seems to run around the house like a wild animal, but is behaved in public. They tried to have a child before they had insurance, and after two miscarraiges are thousands and thousands of dollars in debt. Passive aggressive with anti-social personailty disorder tendencies. Or maybe anti-social personality disorder with passive-aggressive tendencies. We've been butting heads lately. He's the type of guy when a bunch of work comes along, immediately takes a break. "Sorry guys, I'm on break," he'll say instead of pitching in and working, "Charles said to follow the break schedule exactly to the minute, and no offense Arg, but I'm listening to him." Nevermind that the boss said this to him as a result of him taking fifteen minute breaks every hour for a smoke-break, manipulating out of what is essentially an extremely easy job. Yesterday, when we got the batch of three new trainees, he could not train because he had to do some other project which had been shelved, shafting the rest of us with the responsibility. "Sorry guys, I'm listening to Charles. He wants Q and A done by the end of the year" But its January. "THERE'S A LOT TO DO! YOU'LL REALIZE THAT WHEN YOU DO IT!" So he wrote the boss an email saying there was 'confusion' and that 'we' needed him to 'tell us what to do'. Great. I already know what to do. Do you? Chronically absent. Gossiper. Backstabber when it serves his purpose.
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