I was 4 seconds too slow, and now I’m in the ripped comfy chair. Yuck.
When I came back from early break, Eddie is sending me to the SWH to prepare boxes for the new insufferable know-it-all, who is replacing Marla.
Why can’t Marta do that?
Why am I not replacing Marla? I’ve been here. I can drive the tugger. Why am I subordinate to the girl I just trained?
I went in the bathroom and cried a little, I was so upset. Because I know me, and I knew if I didn’t let go and cry now, it would happen later.
And I don’t want it to happen later. Just in case.
And I’m still supposed to wait on Honda.
Who even cares? Why does this matter so much to me?
I guess I just feel expendable today. No one wants to feel expendable.
This is not what’s really bothering me.
I’ll be fine.