One of the filler operators asked me, while I was in the liter filler room and cursing TEA for I don't even remember what, if I was having a bad day.
I looked at him, confused. I wasn't having a bad day at all. It was a really easy shift, I had junior there and not much was going on that we were overwhelmed or anything.
I told him, I'm not having a bad day, I'm just having a bad minute.
I had a lot of those in the course of the night.
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