I took Daily Spew off of killass because nobody finds it amusing to yell about retards besides myself.Well, consider this the first 2005 edition.And to think, I almost got through the year without getting severely pissed off due to lack of dipshittery.

Okay, so, I get in at 3 PM, greeted by loudass (who is both loud and an ass) and a huge pile of dishes.I don't think too much of it, since two other people are coming in at 4:00 and 5:00 respectively to help me out with it.

Or so I believed.

Tony shows up at 4:00, we work until 5:00, meal time.We both clock out and go downstairs to eat.While we're out, the other dishwasher, Antonio (mexican guy) comes in.As we return upstairs and clock back in, Tony goes back downstairs, claiming he'll be back in a minute after he breaks down the boxes outside.Still no problem.

Half an hour later, Antonio goes downstairs, apparently to sweep the dock outside.Not much point to it, really, since it gets just as dirty within two days since it's surrounded by trees and people smoke out there almost constantly,but I've been stuck doing it before and it's a good way to kill an hour.So now I'm working both the dishwasher and the sinks until they get back.

An hour passes and neither of the absent dishwashers return.I go downstairs to check, they're still sweeping.No big deal.It's ass-freezing cold outside, that's probably why they're taking longer than usual.

Another hour goes by.I start to get annoyed.No matter how dirty the damn dock is it shouldn't take this long.I go check and they're dicking around in the damn driveway, not sweeping the dock at all.I figure at some point the boss will notice and tear each of them a new asshole with an ice cream scoop.This event never occurs.

THREE hours go by since both of them disappeared and they're still not back.At this point i'm rather severely pissed off, ready to punch the head off anyone who bitches about my job not getting done as fast as they may like as if they were a cheap action figure.Fortunately this doesn't happen.

Three and a half fucking hours later, they return.Rather than working, they both paint moustaches upon themselves with chocolate syrup and prance around like faggots.Neither is punished or even told to stop fucking around and do their job.

They work for a full hour before Antonio goes home early.I don't keep up on his stupid excuses to take off hours before the time scheduled, but I am reminded of a time when he left at 10:30 claiming to have an appointment.Because you know, there's absolutely nothing suspicious about making an appointment for 11:00 PM on a Saturday, when the only things open in the entire city are 1) Wendy's and 2) drug dealers, neither of which is a good excuse to blow off your job.

Tony offers me a break while he finishes up the dishpit.A great tradeoff to being left stranded for almost four hours, eh?

One hour later it's finally time to close down.Tony works the third hour he bothered to actually do anything during his entire eight-hour shift and helps me finish the dish sink.The rest of the crew averts violent rampage by cleaning the floor while this is going on, preventing me from staying there past midnight.

Quiz time, kids.Is it fair that I get paid the same for working eight hours as two other people get for working three each?