I have a new REEEing co-worker So I work on the receiving dock of a department store. We unload trucks of merchandise, then prepare it to go out on the floor. The job is mostly moving boxes, unpacking them, and then sorting everything. We have to move carts and racks of stuff around, and sometimes they're pretty heavy, but it's not too bad when we share the workload. All in all, it's not a super physically demanding job for a human in decent shape. Today Boss informs me that we have a new girl. I'm already annoyed because I'm the only one that is trusted to train new people, and now I'm gonna have to hold someone's fucking hand today and it's a huge truck. Then it walks in. Bitch is like 250 pounds. Hair done, fuckton of makeup, fat tits hanging out, bracelets up and down her arms. I want to know who the hell hired this thing and what they told her she would be doing for 9 hrs/day because she looked like she was about ready to take a thousand selfies for her tumblr, not sweat her fat ass off moving boxes on an overheated dock. There was tons of shit to do today, so Boss just had the fatty tagging merchandise with security sensors for her whole shift. Which was fine, she's out of the way, and I don't have to listen to her bitch about not being able to keep up. You'd think. But no, when another one of my co-workers mentions that he's probably going to be sore tomorrow (because he did a lot of the heavy lifting today), fatty immediately starts whining about how this job is so hard. She has to stand on her feet for hours. She keeps poking herself with the sensors (and dropping them--I had to pick up so many sensor pins because she refused to bend over and pick them up and it is a safety hazard goddammit). It's hoooot back here. I'm so hungry, is it time to leave yet 'cause my mom's bringing me garlic knots hork hork I'm a fatass. She literally stood around. All day. Putting pins in things. And she's already complaining. This is the beginning of something terrible.