When I was in my early twenties I was working in the mailroom. There were three boys there and they wouldn't work. They went home early, didn't do what their manager asked them to do and overall didn't contribute a damn thing. In my later twenties I ran into the same thing except you can add dope to the mix.
Between thirty and forty I ran into three more s***** workers three of whom used dope and one who slept on the job.
Between forty and fifty things were ok but when I turned fifty I was crapped on and lied about and I got fired.
Between fifty and sixty it was a horrible time of failing to adjust and find decent work for myself.
Then between sixty and sixty-five I had only one bad coworker . He got in trouble with a woman and she got him fired.
All the bad workers were black. I'm white