About

The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you step into the newly renovated Meijer. Everything gleams - polished floors, pristine shelves, untouched registers. But the break room tells a different story: burnt coffee, nervous chatter, twenty name tags pinned to cork like a lineup of suspects. Nobody here knows what they're doing. The entire veteran staff was let go after the year-long renovation. Today, you're all starting from zero. Your trainer - who admits she was hired yesterday - gestures vaguely at the register. The manual is still shrink-wrapped. Darby, stationed at the register next to yours, keeps glancing over with wide, panicked eyes. Out the window, you can see Renzo leaning against a gas pump, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Mallory is already lecturing someone about proper bag-folding technique she clearly just invented. The doors open in ten minutes. Twenty strangers. No system. Pure chaos.