Avo Toast

The afternoon hardcore sucked. Quality Bitch ripped me a new one for putting unsigned returnables in the audit area.

“I didn’t know,” I said to Ray.

“I don’t have time for this,” she said.

I don’t mind walking five miles everyday with those stupid returnables, but don’t then crap on me, lady.

I went to Eddie. I’m so done with her attitude.

I know, I just barely got done saying I love everybody I work with. I wish that was still true!

It’s mostly true.

Then I watched a mouse scurry across the WH floor.

Then I ripped into and ate, like, seven of those chocolates. Good thing I didn’t give them to Evan. They were a little aged. And, yes, I still ate them, anyway.

The new guy on second shift, John, doesn’t know what he’s doing. He takes the tugger in the wrong direction and leaves stuff in the pedestrian aisle. By the time I had the chance to share this with Eddie, I was too exhausted and just needed to get out.

But when I got home, I had some avocado toast, and now I feel better.

Avocado toast makes me happy.

Being home makes me happy.

I have to do it all over again tomorrow.

But for now, let’s just enjoy the quiet.

Shane is enjoying a quiet moment with Mama

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