I have eyes on the White Fox x Sarah’s Day christmas packing team - it’s just one person, a freshly hired christmas casual, who drew the short straw…
She is crying in the corner while she refreshes her inventory gun waiting for just one order to come through, come on, just one order, surely one person might order it?
She’s wearing the free Xmas PJs they gave her to try to cheer her up, even though it’s only 23°C in Sydney she is swearing like she’s just done a Sezzy shredder circuit because of this bleeping 100% rayon nonsense
She’s choking down mouthfuls of Tropeaka poopy bloom and protein powder to give her the energy to keep trying, but she’s this close to quitting and burning down the warehouse.
“Just think of all the starving orphans in the sweatshops who had to make these PJs and all the potatoes that had to die to make this ugly print when they could have become something greater like french fries” she tells herself. As she waits for an order to pack. Just one order…