*** Ayla ***
Jay is not at work yet when I arrive the next day. That’s good. I don’t want to talk to him anyway. I don’t. This odd tension, any tension, is a complication I don’t need in my life right now. No, thank you.
I get to work compiling the spreadsheet I was working on yesterday. I groan when I send it to the printer and all I get is flashing orange lights. At the diner today, I opened the fridge doors and several shelves cascaded down, spilling food everywhere. Later, I dropped a tray of 5 plates, showering the dining room in food. Now I’ve broken the printer. They say bad luck comes in threes. Fun times. Hopefully, that's it for the day.
I fidget with it for what seems like ages. I’m at the point where I just want to kick the printer. It’s jammed again. This is the second tim
