The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
The Bodega at the End of the Internet
I’m now thirty-six years old, and the convenience-store-worker-me is eighteen. None of the other workers who did their training with me are here anymore, and we’re now on our eighth manager. Not a single product on sale in the store at that time is left. But I’m still here.
When I first started here, there was a detailed manual that taught me how to
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“So, you want me to worship a white god?”
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He felt oddly empty now that he no longer had the key to work on—purposeless and directionless.
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Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
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The scariest thing of all, though, was the newest employee, Tuan. He was rapidly absorbing the store and beginning to resemble all the other workers. That wouldn’t have mattered in the previous version of the store, but with everyone in their current weird state, it was as though he were transforming into a creature that was nothing like a store
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The remedy to alienation, a state that often keeps people cooperative and docile in the face of injustice, is belonging