"No, no no, those tables should be much more to the right. You do understand that this is much too close to the bbq, right?!" I yell at some omegas.
They are frightened by my outburst. It's that Denise assured me they were not doing it on purpose, or I'd swear they were.
For the past 2 hours, I've just been correcting people for putting things in the most illogical places.
We thought it would be useful to divide the tasks among the different omegas who work in the pack house. But I'm starting to think we better could have done it ourselves.
"Iris, calm down. It will be fine." Denise says as she approaches.
How can she be so relaxed when everyone else pretends they can't think for themselves?
"I believe it when I see it." I say to her. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time. The fo
