Shrike7
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Stocking shelves at the Sobeys after hours was boring work, but work nontheless. There were two stockers on the shift, both watched obsessively by the overly paranoid manager. The way he moved told Ronell that he was sure they were both stealing, but the amount of time he spent by the registers between visits told him that there was probably some guilt involved as well, or possibly the need for a scapegoat.
The shift started when people were still in the store, and ended only two hours after at ten PM every night. The manager was excrutiatingly careful to lock up after everything, then hopped in his care and drove off, the other worker close behind, though that one gave a wave before he hopped in his own vehicle, an old ford that had seen better days, leaving Ronell to decide whether to slake the thirst that had been building while he worked, or to just go home and get some rest.
The shift started when people were still in the store, and ended only two hours after at ten PM every night. The manager was excrutiatingly careful to lock up after everything, then hopped in his care and drove off, the other worker close behind, though that one gave a wave before he hopped in his own vehicle, an old ford that had seen better days, leaving Ronell to decide whether to slake the thirst that had been building while he worked, or to just go home and get some rest.