The paper trail of almost nothing

The yellow sticky note is still in my bag. I keep it there like a receipt. Reassigned. Three syllables and a cart parked where my life was. I should have made a scene this morning. I should have stood in the hallway and said excuse me, that was mine, and watched the manager's face change. But I didn't. I signed in with my non-dominant hand because my dominant hand was pressing a towel to my shin and the porter was already gone, wheeling his stupid cart around the corner like nothing happened. I ranked him a four out of ten on the walk home. The two new turndown girls get a three. They watched me bleed onto white piping and said nothing. Maa is building a case with Bae Yu-jin and I am helping, I am sending photos and timestamps like this is a legal proceeding, like someone will eventually care. The fairy lights are on and I am on the floor eating ramyeon and my leg hurts under the cuff where the scab opened again. Tomorrow I will smile at the same guests. I will make their beds perfect and call it a career. Bae Yu-jin says GONNA BE OKAY and maybe it will be or maybe this is just what my life is now. Evidence of small wounds. Documentation of almost nothing.