Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Just got off the phone with Vivian, now sitting with Garbage's "Bad Boyfriend" playing in the background, and thinking about the weekend ahead. I am thankful the rat-race is over for two days, I've nearly had it with the nonsense and drudgery of Chapters--picking up after loiterers, and co-workers. This particular day, Thursday, was bad after I had clean up a bunch of sh*t a female co-worker who worked the morning shift left for me. The list of things she messed up, even though she's worked in the section for a year, is chock-full of assinine, befuddling incompetence. This was not a run-of-the-mill, "oops" sort of mistake, but plain old carelessness or laziness. Unfortunately, it is becoming a regular adverse thing, to the point I may have to discuss her behaviour with management--something I hate to do, but for her job's sake, and because it has to be checked before it gets out of control. Her constant, crucial mistakes are taking a toll on other hard-working co-workers, including myself, who have to pick up the slack, which is unfair to them, really.

The problem with this course, though, is I know there may be indirect causes (whether these should mitigate the issue is uncertain) for her absentmindedness, or simply, these may have no bearing.

For now, I will talk to my co-worker before I discuss it with management. There's no need to kick a fuss, or blow it out of proportion. Really, I have the next two days off, so who cares, right? I'm spending most of the day with Vivian, Friday at the waterpark in Wonderland, Saturday at two church gatherings--most likely another day filled with jubilation and congratulation from friends, peers, &c. Now The Cranberrie's "Saving Grace" is playing in the background, so I'll take this as a cue to bow out, and head to bed soon. If I can't sleep I'll continue reading Malcolm Gladwell's Blink.