The Day My Routine Was Disrupted by Small Green Balls Hidden in My Toilet Paper Roll

I have a meeting with the manager this week, but I’m dreading it.

It feels like an uphill battle.

Every night, I find myself staring at the ceiling, wondering.

Is it a prank, a quality control blunder, or something more deliberate?

My sister asked why I looked so tired.

“Just work,” I said, not wanting to burden her.

She nodded, used to my distractions.

But this time, it wasn’t the usual stressors.

The green balls have a grip on my mind.

I’ve thought about calling customer service again.