cheese with that whine?

I had a not so good day at work today. I think (in fact I'm 97.4% sure) this one person I work with complained to our supervisor about getting bogged down while doing maintenance and such on one of our analyzers. So then we all got this crotchety message about all the things the rest of us, which basically means me, need to do to make his life easier. For instance, the person on workbench X, which basically means me, now has to answer all of the stupid phone calls, do all of the mundane chores that nobody else wants to do, and at some point start wiping workbench Y- worker's ass. Seriously, when did I become the designated lab asshole? Maybe answering the work-related calls wouldn't be so strenuous if people weren't spending the entire morning on personal calls discussing the relative importance of whether or not they should have mashed potatoes or macaroni and cheese with their chicken fried steak. Maybe if they took the stick shoved way up their ass out, they could work a little faster than a three-toed sloth in a footrace. That's the thing about this whole concept of teamwork...when they say teamwork what they really mean is I'll do this important stuff and you can do whatever it is I don't want to do. I definitely need to repeat my new mantra to myself more often, "Six more months, six more months."