Man...Karina wanted something cool, like fashion model or one of those guys you see standing still like in downtown New Orleans. Or a mattress tester. Not what she basically did back home. Though part of it was automated, so that was better. Sort of.

Unfortunately, their mindsets were still backwards. Like when Karina suggested they work to empower consumers in order to do everything themselves? Shot down. Nonetheless, She took a job at the checkout isle, given that she couldn't (or wouldn't) do much heavy lifting. There was much pouting as she scanned their groceries. Silent, parenthetical pouting. They even had a computerized option where people could scan their own items, but nope! Her bosses stressed the importance of customer service and how people liked interacting with other people, and would it kill you to smile at people instead of snore, and some other stuff she didn't really listen to.

Naturally, they wouldn't have put in a position at the job fair if they weren't understaffed, so people were using her aisle. A lot. Or at least, some of them were, until the hecklers let them off that the only reason her line is so short is because she takes so long. Karina is, of course, happy to direct them to the automated option should they find her customer service less than satisfying.

If one more rube puts a dang watermelon on the belt, she is sooooo trying her luck again. Tomorrow. After a nap. Maybe.