Food should not make one angry, but at times the avocado does exactly that. To me. It falls to pieces, slops around into blobs of yellow goo that grease my hands for lack of a proper utensil. Many napkins are required. The core, that bulbous, emerging brown blob of what is said to be the healthiest part of the concoction, remains stubbornly obtuse to me. Lacking a proper fork I do not expect to procure a grinding device to turn the avocado pit into a fine cream or condiment.
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Change of subject. I had previously commented that this work place provides air conditioning, clean water, and internet access with office space. When I worked at home for so many years these overhead expenses accumulated, and I welcomed working at a place where, persumably, these creature comforts would be taken care of. Not so fast. During a 100+ degree heat wave the company chose to turn off air conditioning, and even the filtered water was room temperature. I spent a full day sweating continuously, save for the afternoon constitutional through the air-conditioned Oculus. Desktop fans are encouraged but at your expense. I’m truly coming to hate this place that saved me from the unmoored, driftwood creature I had become. I was in danger of drifting away for good. In some ways this job saved me from that but now it’s grown up and kicking me out.Our group is small, and getting smaller. One person quit, another died, and nary a day goes by when someone does not show up. No evidence suggests these staffing issues will be addressed any time soon. Yesterday it was just me and one other person. That’s not the first time this has happened. There should be 7 or 8 or even more. Yeah, this matters. Let me talk to my avocado about it.