Date: November 9th, 2024 10:13 AM
Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
Jessica had a minor spat with a customer last month. Now she claims it gave her PTSD. She filed for accommodation and refuses to interact with customers. Her doctor’s note says she needs a “stress-free environment.”
Today, a woman screamed at me because we were out of oat milk. I glanced at Jessica, who was calmly organizing receipts in the office. When I asked for help, she said, “Sorry, friend. Triggers.”
By the time I was done apologizing to every entitled Karen in the store, my soul was gone. Jessica left on time, smiling.
Closed up, stared at the empty aisles, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630831&forum_id=2/en-en/#48314662)