I always enjoyed working on the midnight dock when the new supervisor realized that the Teamsters were not the enemy. And he could get more done when he was no longer brainwashed by his superiors.Me too, or when it was 30 below zero and the supervisors were cooped up in their little shacks and we would all be huddled behind a forklift waving at em until they had to come out. lol or when ya got that one supervisor who was a total dick and everyone would move 1 bill an hour....I do miss it now and then.