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  • She popped her bubblegum and cocked a hip, pointing the inventory gun at the price tags, pulling the trigger. Worst job ever. She always thought she’d be doing something fun and exciting. Maybe dancing or DJing. Hell, she would have even been okay with bartending or waitressing. Anything but this. This tedious mess of a job where they didn’t even care, particularly, if you showed up at all. They could just hire someone else and get them to do it. Not that she didn’t show up. She had been raised with a better work ethic than that. Oh, and she needed the cash.

    Her blonde hair was shoved into a messy ponytail and she hadn’t bothered with make up since her first day. No one saw her back here anyway. Not unless one of the sales reps came back and needed her help to find an item. That was relatively rare though. She moved on to the next row. Footsteps approached her aisle and she peered down disinterestedly.

    Felix, the newest addition to their work force. He was starting here on the lowest wrung too, just like her. Except he talked in an animated fashion and kept adjusting his thick-framed black rimmed glasses on his nose and generally seemed more excitable. This time he was grumbling and smacking the gun into the palm of his hand. She sighed and dropped hers to her side. “Whatsamatter?”

    She slurred her words together and put a hand out between them, waiting for the gun to be deposited into it. He smacked it into her hand with less force than he looked like he wanted to. She popped her bubblegum again while he explained.

    “I was inventorying row 13 in aisle 4 and after I scanned the barcode it came up with an error and then black screened and started whining at me before it completely shut down.” He was whining, she didn’t doubt that the gun had also been whining though. She glanced up at him from her inspection of the gun. She handed it back to him.

    “Congratulations, you’ve killed your first gun.” She popped her gum again and turned back toward her own row, intent to start up again. He stood there, watching her.

    “What do I do?” He sounded like a lost little kid. She sighed and turned back to him.

    “Go put the dead one on Miller’s desk, fetch a new one and get to work. Pick up where you left off and let him know what info that one has on it.” She pointed toward the empty office that their Supervisor usually sat in, watching Netflix on his computer and snacking on ridiculously unhealthy food. Felix looked over toward it and nodded slowly, as if not fully comprehending. He shuffled in that direction and she picked her inventory gun up again and pointed it at the barcode.

    It’s not hard—you just point and shoot. But hers scanned the barcode with a beep, flashed an error and blackscreened. It started whining at her before it finally shut down completely. She sighed and looked toward the empty office. Felix was halfway between, turned back to look at her. “You too, huh?”

    She hated her job.
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