"Yes, you do sign my checks and I'm very appreciative. I don't have any specific complaints about my part of the job. But sometimes people do other things rather than do the job. I don't have any problem with them doing other things, but the job should come first." She said with a wiry smile.
"I would like a different uniform. I get looks from the men every time I walk by. Not that I mind them, but it's weird for Old Joe (which was his nickname, he wasn't much older than Tony) to give me that kind of look."
"I'm use to getting looks, but it's been long enough. I want to trust my cohorts; Dave is the only one I trust. He does his job and more."
Faith knew this was her review, but she was around the men all the time, a lot of it taking up their slack. She hated being a tattle tale. Maybe Tony knew all this. He had a wicked way of knowing things.
"Look around, the men take twice as long on their breaks, sans Dave. They should all be back by now." She'd warned them that she would say something, but they didn't believe her so they didn't stop doing the things they were doing.