An Ordinary Tuesday

A delivery pallet of cookware sits half-broken-down in the stockroom. You were supposed to open with Aaliyah, but last night at 9:04pm Denise texted the group chat moving you to close instead, and moving Toby to open, with no real explanation.

It's not a disaster. It's just Tuesday: boxes to break down, shelves to face, a schedule that shifted after most people were already asleep.