Crack in a box

It was another long night. I still hate work, but then who likes it? We had over 10 thousand pieces total. About 90% got done. I love some of the associates for that. It is getting harder and harder to pretend to like some of them though. I really wish I could just tell them to fuck off, but I guess that is not very professional. Go figure. Any how, I really just wanted to mention that my Assistant Manager and I had a disagreement about who Superman was. I still win. I did agree to let his cute and adorable son be Superman Jr. That is until Kat and I have a kid and if it is a boy, he will get the title. Until he is old enough to decide if he wants it, that is.
I got reminded last night of the associates that I do love, and will miss if I ever get out of there. One of them gave me Crack-In-A-Box last night. For those who don't know what that is, it's SnowCaps. All the white sprinkles when your done is the crack. I love that stuff so much. Her other half thanked me last night too. I was confused until he mentioned a diabetic situation he had last week. He was happy I got him out back and let him regain composure before trying to work again. I told him it was no big deal, my sister has diabetes and I know it's nothing to mess with. I was just concerned for him and was happy to here he talked to his doctor and they are controling it better for him when he works. I guess caring about your employees is good for you, but bad for business. Still wonder why I hate that place so much, and why it is going to be difficult to move up very far in the company. At least I know Sam Walton would have loved me and promoted me.