Ugly, pasty, red-headed, 80-pounds-overweight hambeast of a receptionist is (surprise) lazy. I work in a hospital-affiliated pathology lab. I have seen surveys that list lab work as among the five least-stressful jobs in the US (this figures in the story later on). Our regular receptionist is cross-training in the hospital this and last week. I can barely conceal my scorn for the hambeast she traded jobs with. I say "good morning" when I see it, but I don't enjoy it and part of me feels this repugnance is visible to it. This morning, I sat in the next cube for a moment in order to punch out for lunch. I said "good morning" and it replied "Is it bad that I don't want to work today?" I didn't fee like playing around nor encouraging it so I blandly responded "Yes. Yes it is." And went off to eat. Bitch has the easiest job in one of the easiest places to work that exists and is put off by working. I hope she trades back out soon.