Fat fuck sympathiser work mate Hello my lovely shit lords and shit ladies. Just a short one today (writing on my phone on my break). One of my colleagues, 'A', whom I used to be somewhat close to (but got pissed off when our boss told her to work harder, like me, and now resents me for her poor work ethic), has been particularly moody today. She's bordering on small fat (and based on her mum, will be a planet in the next 5 years or so), and seems to think that her work now entails talking to a select few customers and ignoring others so she doesn't have to actually really work. Anyway! 'A' was doing her frustrating not-working-but-talking-'working' earlier with a family of fats. She was yapping with them for about 10 minutes before Momma Ham asked her to go and find a brooch for her. 'A' was very obviously put out by asking to do a simple task such as walk 7 yards to the jewelry stand, but having glanced at our huge queue, opted that finding a brooch was less hard work than serving other customers (and helping out her co workers...). Oh 'A', you fool. So, 'A' goes to find the brooch and returns to Momma Ham. M.H takes one look at the brooch and oinks "not that one, the other one!". 'A' is stunned and goes to say "well actually miss (piggy- My internal monologue) this is the brooch you asked for so-", but M.H, despite looking like she can't move fast, cut 'A' off pretty quick and angrily oinked again that this wasn't the brooch she wanted! It was lovely to see 'A' seething.  I continue serving customers, and eventually look up about 10 minutes later to see a very frazzled looking 'A' with a mountain of boxes of brooches surrounding her, and M.H and her piglets still mucking up our counter. I kept my smirk inside but left an ear open to hear how the situation was unfolding. There was a lot of squealing and quiet fuming on M.H and her litter's end, and an increasingly exasperated 'A' being cut off every time she tried to explain that there weren't any other brooches. M.H is pissed! And take a out her phone before screeching "oh my god! The coach!!! You're so stupid! You're going to make us miss our coach! Our trip!" (REEE REEE REEE!).  With that, M.H and her ilk charge out of the shop.  I think our previously too gracious to do anything 'A' may slowly be becoming a shit lady if this keeps up. Sorry, just happy a last fuck got fucked over by an even lazier fuck.