Another work rant:
I like the guys I work with on 2nd shift. I liked the guys I worked with on 1st shift.
I cannot stand the guys on 3rd. There's the pretentious ass who is, I guess? threatened by not being the only one who knows computers anymore. Excerpt from tonight's passdown:
Me: 'They finally fixed <program we use>.'
Him: 'No. I fixed it last night.'
Me: 'They released an update for it. It's fixed properly now.'
Him: 'I fixed it last night. It just needed a tweak in IE.' (a tweak that IT passed down to us and I passed down to him the other day, but w/e)
Me: '...they patched it. It works in IE and Chrome again.'
Which set him to muttering that 'oh they probably just downgraded it' (which is also not what happened but whatever; I gave up at that point)
There's a guy who is blatantly racist. As in 'will complain about how 'bad' other races are and when it's pointed out that most of his coworkers are non-white, pulls the 'well they're the better ones' card.' He's also the one who, after not doing his damn job the other week, tried throwing me under the bus.
The last guy does his job, is OK to get along with, but is never. on. time. Every day he works, I know I'm gonna leave 15-20 minutes late waiting for him.
Which almost makes him the worst because it means I'm stuck sitting around with the other two guys.