Evidently I am the most despicable human being on the face of planet Earth. Or at least according to four of my co-workers. They couldn't possibly show me less respect for all of the work that I try my hardest to do at my job. I work harder than all of the other baggers at my work, and I guess that means that I deserve to be yelled at, written up and reprimanded the most. Maybe if I were to start sitting around in the back (like Katherine) they'd stop hating me. Or maybe I should just walk around in the parking lot aimless (like Matthew) and they'd stop writing me up for supposedly not doing tasks I obviously put 110 percent of myself into. It's ridiculous and it makes NO sense. I wish Julie was here. She says some of the nicest things I've ever had said to me, and I know that she means them too. She's camping with her dad and sister this weekend... I'm sure she's having fun. I picked up a job application for Subway today, they'd pay the same as I'm making now, and the work isn't nearly as demanding or blatantly contradictory. I hope I get this job. Anyway, I'm taking a nap now, have a good weekend guys.