You grab a box of mixed snack cakes out of storage and begin lining the shelves of the diabeetus aisle with plastic wrapped fat and sugar. It's easy enough work, better than sitting behind an empty cash register all day at any rate... but still not much of an improvement. You sigh as you empty the last few packages from the box and go back to grab a fresh one. You only had one shelf to go, then it was back to the front counter... yay.
As you open up the box to see a fresh row of brightly colored boxes you hear your stomach growl. You barely had time for breakfast this morning... just a couple pieces of slightly burnt toast and some OJ. Not exactly a meal. You look up at the only security camera in the corner of the room and remember your boss saying something about it being broken. "Hmmm... I guess having a quick snack might improve my mood a little." you say to yourself as you reach down and grab...
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