#RetailLife
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Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Entrepreneur, The Wink Warriors, and The Mirror Mystic It was Saturday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was three hours into my shift when Bob’s latest masterpiece caught my attention through the front windows. He’d transformed our one-eyed polar bear mascot into what he called “Business Bear” this Read more
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The Great Doritos Heist and Other Wednesday Night Adventures It was Wednesday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was two hours into my shift when Bob’s latest creation nearly gave me a heart attack. He’d transformed our one-eyed polar bear mascot into what he called “Detective Bear,” complete with a deerstalker hat that was Read more
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Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Prophet of Unnecessary Predictions *A Special Edition: Pop-Up Story* It was early Tuesday night at Chill n’Fill, and I was three hours into my shift when Bob decided tonight was the night for what he called his “Grand Unveiling Ceremony.” Through the front windows, I could see him Read more
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Dad brought his teenage son to our store for a heart-to-heart about not following dangerous trends just because they’re popular. Kid went from sullen to actually listening when his father said “following trends is just peer pressure with better marketing.” Parenting level: expert 👨👦✨ Read more
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Braggarts, Brains, and Betrayal Thursday night at Chill & Fill greets me with its usual fluorescent embrace. The one-eyed polar bear sign watches over the parking lot, its neon wink a perpetual commentary on the human comedy below. The radio plays Queens of the Stone Age’s “No One Knows” as I restock the cigarette Read more
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Spilled Coffee, Supernatural Seekers, and Late-Night Confessions My Friday night shift at Chill n’Fill was off to a promising start. The one-eyed polar bear sign flickered less tonight—Bob had finally convinced the electrician to return and fix the wiring after three rescheduled appointments. The bear’s eyepatch now glowed a vibrant purple instead of its Read more
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Dead City Nights, Reclaimed Labels, and Peeking Through Jennifer called in sick again—this time claiming her “clock had a broken gear” which might have been vaguely plausible in 1875 but seems highly suspect in our digital age. I’m starting to think she has a secret life as an international spy, given her increasingly creative Read more
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Limitations, Lamentations, and Lyrical Coincidences Jennifer called in sick again. This time her excuse was that her “goldfish blew bubbles” which is either some elaborate euphemism I’m not hip enough to understand or the weakest excuse in the history of employment. Either way, I’m covering her shift for the eighth time this month. At Read more
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