Diary entry #2

A/N: I'm pesce-pollotaring (I'm mostly vegetarian but I still eat seafood and poultry) and I don't like turkey so it's highly unlikely I'll eat the ham or turkey, but if I absolutely had to I'm more likely ham over the turkey (I reeeeeeaaaaaaaalllllllllyyy don't like turkey).

Dear diary,

      They're supposed to be bringing in ham and turkey today at work for a Thanksgiving potluck. Hopefully, our team gets something. We were lucky with the unload and overnight managers because they would make sure we got fed, but now they're both gone. An older woman that works days did bring in some pumpkin bars with cinnamon cream cheese icing and they were delicious!

      I asked for my husband's birthday off next month like I do every year and I got it off, but they also gave me the day before. If I had been asking for Friday or Monday off I wouldn't mind and just treat it as an unexpected four day weekend, but his birthday is on a Wednesday this year. I don't want to miss out on too much money so I talked to the current unload manager about coming in the day before my husband's birthday and he's going to e-mail the person in charge of scheduling about it.

      I was tasked with packing down the bays last night. I decided to work in paint since there were people already working in the other departments. It was the end of the night and I was fixing all the upstock back into the overhead when I hear my loud ass coworker in the next aisle over belting a Christmas song. It's still November and knowing the rest of the team's thoughts on Christmas, do you really think any of us want to hear you belting "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"? Sing what you want, of course, but keep in down. I've had just about enough with her constantly being so loud so I turned on my phone, put on some music and turned up the volume. Petty? Maybe. Passive aggressive? Perhaps, but ask me if I care. It was either that or I yell at her and I chose the option that was least likely to get me in trouble. Sue me.

Love,

Raven