Yesterday morning, I was abruptly awakened by an unexpected knock on my door. Peering through the peephole, I was greeted by the sight of the mailman holding a couple of packages. It struck me as odd – when did mail carriers start delivering directly to apartment doors?
Accepting the packages, I closed the door, only to be interrupted moments later by the ringing of my phone. To my surprise, it was Purolator, informing me that I had a package at the depot.
Hours later, I eagerly delved into my deliveries, which included goodies from Bath and Bodyworks, Shein, my new iPhone 13. The anticipation of setting it up quickly turned to frustration when I encountered the dreaded E-sim setup. Who in their right mind thought this was user-friendly?
After a futile four-hour battle, I surrendered. Exhausted, I crawled into bed.
I had a rough sleep and was finally able to sink deeper into a blissful rest when I was jolted awake by my ringing phone. Panic surged through me – had I slept through my alarm? Turns out, it was just a pesky telemarketer. An hour before my alarm was to go off!
Grumpy and sleep-deprived, I trudged to work, only to find chaos! Kitchen hadn’t started lunch! Orders were backing up, and Steve was not pleased.
Apparently, there had been an inspection the day before – news to me, as I had conveniently missed it. Or was the inspection deliberately planned on my day off? I am beginning to think Steve plans it that way! 🤣
One of the drive thru team pouted that Steve threaten the team he would Promote me to team leader. I laughed.
“Must have worked” I remarked “you girls didn’t overstocked today! It actually looks good in here”
“Becky it wasn’t funny! He was upset!”
I laughed harder “yes it is! It must’ve been bad if he threatened to make me team leader!” I smiled “you don’t want me as team leader”
“That’s what Steve said!”
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