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i was doing great at this training, first two days were VERY rough but i bounced back and was feeling really good about it until i was about to leave and the training supervisor pulled me aside and was like you gotta get over yourself cause the field will be frustrating as well. and to work to get the crying response to stop.

i know. i fucking know. and then i almost started crying again.

#he also presumed like most people do that i’m five years younger than i am #which is probably why he was trying to be helpful #but i’ve been doing this for almost ten years and im aware #lonely existence #also? buried my grandmother last week. get fukt

Who am I? I'm not sure, I'm lost

#lost #don't know #lonely existence

Lonely But Hopeful: The Boxall Family's Journey Amid COVID Isolation

https://headlinehorizon.com/Lifestyle/Family/855

Rob Boxall and his family in the U.K. have been enduring a lonely existence as they remain isolated due to COVID health concerns. Despite facing challenges, they hold onto hope for a return to normalcy.

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I'm just a girl, stating at her phone, dying to go into the tags, but am not caught up in the series yet

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Chapter 1

You fly down the aisle of the supermarket, cart beneath your feet and hand knocking down cereal boxes. It's freeing to move this fast again, like in a car. The linoleum squeals underneath the wheels. Maybe that was a rat you ran over? No, just too much oil on the floor, you think. You grab the oil-soaked mop from its shelf and remove some oil. Another test run goes by, this one without incident. You've made 4 of the 15 isles perfect. The next one needs help though, so you grab the mop and coat the aisle. A test run, but something's not right. You stop the cart from rolling, and you see him.

The old man really should stay away from you, you think. You don't know his name, and you know nothing about him. You're pretty sure he used to be a cashier here, maybe when he was younger. Carrying a large bag and a trick or treat cauldron full of carrots, he's hard to miss even with his obvious waddle of a walk. You don't think he'll last long, and you've been sure every sighting of him is your last. He's surprised you too many times now. In fact, he's almost been run over twice, and every time he always says- "Hey kiddo! Want any carrots?". You never want carrots, they're never good quality from him. You'd rather eat your moldy carrots in the store. They were for soup tonight, after all. Then the old man would walk away, through the greased aisles and take a but of the fallen ceiling panels that once crowned the top. He stuck it in his bag and would waddle off.

You feel bad for the poor fellow. He must be lonely, though not desperate enough to speak more than a few words to you. You applaud him, your claps echoing over the ruined building. In the beginning, it wasn't ruined, but everything changes. Everything changes so fast! Like how carrots used to be so plentiful around the store, the ones with the white roots. There were more people around then, and the people were interesting folk. You think everyone is interesting, but these people were more so. Desperate and hungry, they came to you, god of the store, for food. You had long run out of perishable goods, but you stored a lifetime's worth of canned goods hidden. They would bring you all the carrots from around the store, and you would make stews! Oh, the stews! Carrot, wild basil, blackberry, as much fresh water as could be spared, and occasionally salt and pepper.

Those days were gone. Only the old man visits you now. The greedy folk stopped coming once the carrots ran dry. He must come to mock you though! Such gross and irredeemable behavior for an old one to have. Perhaps you've been rough on him. He has cleaned up two isles of ceiling tiles now.

Normally you hear the jingle of her cat bell when she comes near. You don't this time though. Being roughly the size of a wolf, you could usually hear her walking. "Milky! Oh, baby!" you say as you scratch her neck, capable of eating a normal sized cat whole. Milky loves you, she has always been there for you during dark times. Her coat is both figuratively and literally tar, black as night and sticky enough to catch light. Maybe that's how she lures deer and miniature cows to her mouth of sticky, grey slime. Milky play bit you once, and you couldn't walk for a day. She watched, confused, as you army crawled your way up the steps to the old security office that now functions as your home. You slept for 24 hours, you think. You always took the threat of Milky's pearly greys seriously though.

You feel tired. Perhaps Milky's presence is doing the thing again, the one that makes you lose energy. You have spent a long day recreating cars though. Maybe the old man would like to try a cart next visit? Assuming he's alive. He'll probably die. You walk up to the security station and push the 31 pin password into the keypad. You barely manage to locate your bed of old tie-die shirts before you pass out, Milky besides you as a heater.

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I'll update once a week if anyone's interested. Even if nobody is, I'm continuing, sooooo that's cool.

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