Telling managers that my less-than-fifteen minute break took me 40. Or that I yelled and screamed and cursed and threw a babylike fit on the floor, frightening my other coworkers. Especially since dropping a box purposefully never counted as a 'fit'. And that the others didn't notice that anything had happened until after YOU threw a fit. Thanks for running to the store manager to taddle on Big Scary Mr. Me. Bitch.
Also: Stop taking credit for other people's hard work, you lazy, sales-stealing, backstabbing sack of horseshit.
You're in your 50's. Stop behaving like the second integer dropped off.