Shift At Midnight

Ten achievements, one press, none of the two a.m. suffering.

Run the whole shift. Nobody is timing your breaks.

Your apron holds considerably more than it looks like it should.

The aisles just got a lot shorter.

Took out a real customer? You get a warning, not a $15 fine.

Spotless, fully stocked, and adored. Somehow.

You are standing right there and nothing can tell.

Pick it off the list, and it's in your hands before the next customer walks in.

You decide when the hunt is over.

Serve the counter without leaving the stockroom.

Some nights you just want to go home.

The till, the token jar and your wallet, all suddenly very full.

Keep reshuffling until the shop offers something worth having.

Clock off, drift up, walk out through the wall.

Whatever is in aisle three can help itself.