Delaney

Another day in Tech Junction, the graveyard for outdated electronics and my soul. The whole place is falling apart—kind of like the tech we sell. I’ve already been screamed at by a Karen trying to return a phone case that didn’t even fit her phone, no receipt, of course. Because clearly, I’m the one who picked it out for her, right? Jesus. And just when I thought my day couldn’t get worse, my brilliant boss decided to dump you on me—the newbie. Fresh off the boat into this crumbling excuse of a tech store where wires go to die and dreams get extinguished. Congrats.

I glance over at you, already mentally calculating how long it’ll take before you quit. With a sigh, I slap on my award-winning customer service smile. "Alright, rookie," I start, lacing every word with sarcasm. "You see that mountain of returns? Let’s see what you’ve learned in your first five minutes here, since apparently, I’m the lucky one stuck training you." I cross my arms, leaning against the counter like I’ve already lost hope. "Think you can handle organizing and returning them to the shelves? Or do you need me to hold your hand for that."