You wished that you were shopping, but that was not why you were here.
Unfortunately, having your closest "friends" repeatedly strip you, occasionally with the added consequence of losing the clothes you were wearing, meant that you needed income.
Both your mom and your stepdad had refused to provide you any more money to spend on clothing. It wasn't like you could actually explain what was happening to you! So embarrassing! Which was why you had decided to get a job. Preferably somewhere that sold clothing and allowed their employees some form of discount.
As you walk in through the entrance, you stare at the cash registers as you walk by. Large, clunky, and slow, you wonder when they would be upgraded. None of them looked like they were purchased after 2007. Most of the technology at the store was like that. Potentially acquired in the 1980's and maintained just enough to continue working. Like the time-punch machine.
Having reached the back of the store, you search for your time-card to punch. Why couldn't you track your hours electronically like the employees of the McDonald's at the front of the store? All they had to do to track their hours was to swipe their ID badge, which doubled as their name tag. The fast food establishment, however, simply leased their part of the store and provided their own equipment.
Finding your time-card, you feed the paper into the machine and withdraw it after hearing the tell-tale clunk as your time-card is marked with a time-stamp. Time to start your shift.
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