Some coworker tidbits:

1) A (perpetually stressed-out) (space cadet-y) (white) (female) (grad student-ish) delivery driver pops through the restaurant and gets water for take-out, and when I say that I haven’t seen her, she says she messed up the last two deliveries of the night because she was so sleep-deprived during exams and that got her fired, but when I raise that whole thing later with the (white) (female) (townie) delivery driver, she says that that’s not the whole story, the whole story is that she messed up the second order and it was the last one of the night and the (Thai) (husband) restaurant owner called her about it and she answered the phone by being like, “Why are you calling me?”, and he fired her as soon as he heard that.

2) The (newer) (New Age-y) (younger) (light-skinned black) (female) coworker is increasingly proving out-of-it and even a bit ADHD, what with her leaving plates on the dishrack and going to do other things but not coming back to put them in the dishtubs underneath; and what with her pouring two glasses of wine from two different bottles and air-pumping the one and putting it back but not the other, instead leaving it uncorked on the countertop; and what with her taking people’s silverware when they come in and just putting it at a heap at the foot of the table where she’s standing, instead of trying to lay it out roughly where each person is sitting; and what with her stopping helping dine-in customers and not getting them a new glass of wine when an app delivery driver comes through the door, but somehow also adding the glass of wine to the bill so that not only do we have to get the table their glass of wine later but we have to readjust their bill at the end of the night because we both put the glasses on and overcharged them; and what with her hovering by the host stand with a bill printed and two take-out boxes pulled out and ready for a table sitting by the front window nearby, only for her to go away and leave that stuff all out there and someone else has to bring them the bill, and to boot they ate all their food and don’t need any takeout boxes anyways.

Plus, when we’re discussing Luigi Mangione later that night, she comes over and joins our conversation, and she has never heard of him, nor of the United HeatlhCare CEO assassination in the first place, although she disputes whether he's really an assassin because no-one's saying that someone paid him.

3) When I leave out for my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker $5 in quarters for her to take for her coin-operated washer-and-dryer that she uses, I tuck it into a note that says “FOR [her first name],” which note she takes and writes in the same way “FOR [my first name],” putting the five dollar bill in there so I’d find it that way in the place that I’d left it.