Busy Morning

No complaints. Been occupied.

I have felt hungry this morning. I just ate a questionable-looking fruit cup, but that is what I brought for morning snack, so…

I also brought afternoon snacks today. String cheese and nuts—almonds. I don’t know when I’m going to eat those. Possibly right at the end of my shift?

It’s funny, afternoons seem to be less of a problem, now, than late night. Not sure why.

My allergies are bothering me today.

I don’t know what I’m going to do when my other guy goes (I’m just calling him that so as not to use names). I’m really going to have to be on the rest of them all the time for help getting stuff down. He has always been super good about finding me stuff to do. The rest of them are not bad, they just have their own stuff to do.

Is that general enough?

I don’t even know if there’s ever actually been an issue, or if I’m just making up one in my head. Like I said, it hasn’t been addressed with me. You’d think if it were a big deal, they’d have told me I can’t do it, or don’t use peoples’ names, or something.

I think it’s just that I know they are aware of it that makes me want to be as vague as I can, but without sacrificing too much of what’s on my mind at the moment.

I’m trying to be respectful and not offend anyone. Or out anyone in any way. Or throw anyone under a bus. Or sabotage anything.

I like it here. I like the people. Occasionally someone might get on my nerves, but that’s anywhere, right? That’s anything. Even your family isn’t perfect.

Surely, that’s okay to say?

I’m not being sarcastic, if you’re wondering. I’m being completely serious. There’s no actual tone-of-voice in text, so sometimes it’s hard to tell.

I suppose you can emphasize certain words and phrases, though, to convey emotion and/ or make your point.

I have to be honest, and say I still totally miss…the old days. And by “the old days,” I mean…September.

Better go.

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