The Tortise, the Hare, and the Third Little Bear

I have finally settled in to the new-ish job, enough to recognize regular customers and start being seriously bothered by some habits of my coworkers. One coworker is, I think, on speed. (Not really, because she doesn't seem like the drug-user type. She does, though, drink gallons of caffeinated beverages in short periods of time, so maybe it's that.) It's like working with the Tazmanian Devil. You have to find work to do when she's not looking and at the same time concentrate on avoiding being elbowed in the temple. Theoretically, it's cool that she works so hard and is so efficient. Practically, it would be great if she'd chill out a bit.

Another coworker seems to be on 'ludes. (Seriously.) He's particular, methodical, and slooooooow. I watched him today, and as the phone rings, he reeeaaachessss for it. 90% of the time, one of the normally-paced human beings pickes it up (there are three extensions total in the pharmacy) before the hand reaches the receiver and he draws back, looking surprised. I cannot tell if he's doing this on purpose so as not to have to answer the phone, or if he just has his own tranquilized drummer.

Taz hates Tranq. It's gotten to the point, if I'm reading things right, of open volleys. Trouble's a-brewing.

Meanwhile, I'm screaming in my head at both of them to do totally opposite things. This gets tiring.