I think I may be a bit spazzier than I thought. We had new drivers deliver our big order of supplies to the kitchen yesterday, and when they asked where
to put the frozen stuff, refrigerated stuff, etc., I couldn't answer. I've been at this job for almost 23 years and I know where things go, but all I could
think was "Why are you asking me?"
I guess I thought if I told them the general area and they piled the boxes a few inches to the left or right
of the "correct" or "usual" spot, I would then be "wrong" for having misdirected them.
And the whole operation got on my nerves. We used to have one calm driver who just wheeled the stuff in and left it.
This time we had THREE drivers, at least one of them speaking in a Southern accent I couldn't decipher, and they
were just too loud, too numerous and too much in the way. I got agitated and cranky.
So anyway, it was kind of a
morning!