Tabitha left on FMLA again. I finished her shift.
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Date: November 9th, 2024 9:07 AM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
It always happens right before the rush. Tabitha punches in, works an hour, then sighs loudly and grabs her bag. “ Intermittent FMLA, honey,” she says, without even waiting for a response.
She’s gone before I can ask who’s covering. No one, of course. It’s just me, juggling the register, stocking shelves, and calming angry customers who want to know why there’s only one lane open.
By the time the store closes, I’ve cleaned up three spills, restocked the dairy, and dealt with a screaming match in aisle 6. The only sound left is the hum of the freezers.
I lock up, lean against the door, and whisper, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
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