The neighbors gave us a whole box of potatoes. Sometimes I love living in the middle of nowhere. It was basically white when I washed it. I didn’t expect that. I weighed it, googled how to microwave that weight of potato, and it was dinner~
Today was good, all in all. I went in at 9, which I need to strictly avoid tomorrow. I have a one on one and we are wearing our matching Chupa Chup shirts.
We had a delivery driver that experienced bad prejudice at the other site. She’s so young and was crying in her truck. I asked what was wrong, and after a little prying, she told me that the security guards at the other place were so rude about her accent. You can understand her perfectly well, mind you. She said she’s from Montenegro and has only been learning for the year and 5 months she’s been in the USA. She struggles with present and past tense, but what she does know, she says perfectly well.
Honestly, being in the land of “freedom con” (fuck sake), I wouldn’t put it past them to think her accent was Latin/South American and were especially rude for it. Not like many people have heard that accent in America, let alone this small town with even smaller-minded people. She was perfectly sweet, helpful, and adaptable. I cleared all confusion with my team, was going to have them reach out to security (they beat me to it), and I asked my skip level manager to escalate the inappropriate behavior.
I also wrote an email to the company she was delivering for and praised the hell out of her and her professionalism in the face of blatant cruel disrespect, along with assurance that it was handled.
The rest of the workday was good. Nothing of note. After work, I finally got my 5mg ER refill and extra-finally got them to understand that the 5mg IR was, in fact, on purpose. They’ll fill it soon and I’ll reschedule my follow-up with an explanation.. tomorrow. I’m potato coma’d
Bonus content- Look how beautiful her home country is!
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