Carlos walked out mid-shift. "Union rules," he said.
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Date: November 9th, 2024 9:17 AM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
The store was a madhouse today—lines stretching down the aisles, customers complaining about empty shelves. Carlos, our only unionized employee, was supposed to help in the stockroom. Instead, he clocked out halfway through his shift.
“Union rules,” he shrugged, grabbing his coat. “I’ve hit my max hours for the day.” He didn’t even bother to finish unloading the delivery truck, just left it sitting there, half-empty.
I spent the rest of the night doing his work and mine, knowing damn well he’d stroll in tomorrow, fresh and rested, ready to tell me how much the union’s done for him.
Closed alone, leaned on the counter, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
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