sometimes i just get sick of people

at work today.....morning was ok, out on the front bench, which i was ok with as i'm getting seriously sick of db and barret and all the bs that goes on in the back shop.. so as i'm the lucky one who gets to deal with all of db's flakyness at the front bench this little issues arises: a customer comes in looking for a wheel that was supposed to have a new cassette installed on it, the cassette was expected to arrive today. so i find the wheel, see that nothings been done, and ask db. he then hits emergency state immediately and is asking and going ape shit looking for this cassette.. he then give it to me and says install it for him and send him on his way.nice....you fuck up.. so i take the cassette and wheel to the front bench and get it done..send the customer on his way. 2 min later the customer comes back and says here this cassette is for you, i don't need or have any use for it....i'm like sweet.....score.. so 30min later on db is looking for a part that he LOST, nice job you fucktard, and is tearing apart the front bench thinking it would turn up...no, he notices the cassette sitting there with my name written on it, freaks and inquires what that's about.. i ask is this the shops cassette or the customers, he claims it's the shops..whatever i don't really care so i let it go..he grabs it and takes it in back and grabs dave and pratt and talks to them about it.. later on he comes out and grabs the box, i'm sure to show them that my name was on it......about an hour later on i'm in back and dave's hiding the box from me...whatever..i don't really give a shit and if anyone was really that concerned why didn't they ask instead of just go off of what db claimed....whatever... so it seemed like db was out to get me, and he has been and will be till he or i am not there anymore...whatever....did i already state that he's a fucktard???? so needless to say i gave two shits less about the rest of the day...did what i wanted, dicked off quite a bit....whatever....

ok, enough....time to hit the hay...