He comes back smelling like a Cheech & Chong rerun, eyes half-closed, and claims he’s more “zen” now. Meanwhile, I’m juggling his duties and mine, sweating under the fluorescent lights.

Tonight, after his fourth break, a customer asked if Tommy was “okay to operate heavy machinery.” I said, “No,” but management doesn’t care.

Swept the floor, leaned on the broom, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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