The past week and a half has been stressful... at work. Even though I work for a Hippie-Love-Positive grocery store, it's not devoid of it's own set of sagas and dramas. And the past week has had it's moments. It's been so crazy that I have developed a cold sore... which I tend to get whenever stress insues. I hate it. I think I would rather have the cold.

The short of it all is that one of the Assistant Leaders of my team is a moron. I have not hidden my disdain for him or my apathy toward his banal decisions. I have more than been clear about how I think he really knows squat about how to run our team. The truth is that he is a politician. He knows how to talk his way into things and, let's face it, those types tend to say what most want to hear. I, fortunately, never suffer fools gladly.

So, moronic ASSistant Leader gets another position at another store for another team. I am more than glad he is going. As a matter of fact, I was so glad that my mood changed so drastically that a few co-workers asked me why I was so happy. I told them that I had taken my Prozac with a rum chaser and all was good. The people who know me, knew.

Yesterday, moronic ASSistant Leader comes to work and a bunch of my teammates went up to him to congratulate him, tell him that he will be missed, blah blah blah blah blah... I walked right past him, told him that I had adjusted my hours to avoid overtime, told him when I was leaving, then went back to work. One of my teammates asked me if I was going to miss moronic ASSistant Leader. I said, "No."

As I have grown older, I just can't bring myself to even be sympathetic to people I find stupid. I am sure I will say goodbye and wish him luck with his new position. But to say that I will miss him would mean that I actually found his contributions to my team valuable. Or useful. I also want to point out that I don't consider what he did for our team positive. Another teammate also noticed the hypocrisy of the other teammates. Here they are congratulating moronic ASSistant Leader when we all know that he is not liked by them. They all find him lazy. They find him useless. And they want him gone.

And he is. He has probably two weeks. Hopefully less. I can't wait. Anyone else would be better. It's interesting to me because he comes from a wealthy Long Island family. He aspires to work for the government as a politician of some sort. Earlier in his stint as moronic ASSistant Leader, he voiced his intentions to pursue a career in politics. I asked him why he was here if that is what he wanted. And like a true politician, he skirted the answer. I know that he hates working for a grocery store. He hates getting dirty. He hates lifting heavy things. He has no clue about food and products. He's a rich, white boy from the suburbs who is trying to escape his family's expectation of taking over their family trinket business. And rather than just say no and tell them that he wants to work in politics, he is working for a grocery store which he has no true interest in. Asshole.

Okay, I feel better. Later.  ¶ 8:52 AM