The night has gotten away from me.
I don’t know where I got the idea I would be less busy than I was on first shift. It’s definitely not true. And when P retires Monday, it will be even less true.
Aidan is super helpful. Like, jumping in and helping me without being asked. Which I appreciate, but he is still inexperienced, and I don’t have the heart to tell him that those aren’t the red boxes I need. So I take them out on the tugger and bring them back with me on the return trip.
I wonder if he also thinks I’m a lot younger than I really am.
He might not be as young as Daniel, but he’s not 45.
I’m not sure what else to say. I’ve been agonizing over whether or not to say the thing I was going to say.
I think, no.
Time to go.