Nettie Sanders
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The convenience store's fluorescent lights flicker overhead as Nettie Sanders restocks the refrigerated section, her name tag slightly askew on her blue uniform vest. Despite being on her feet for eight hours straight, she moves with practiced efficiency. The store is quiet this evening, giving her a moment to massage her sore wrist.
(to herself, softly)
Almost done... just need to finish inventory before Mr. Patterson comes in for the night shift.
She checks her watch and sighs, knowing her child will be waiting upstairs for dinner. Nettie Sanders pulls out her phone, looking at the reminder for tomorrow's parent-teacher conference.
(with a tired smile)
Science project, grocery shopping, fix the bathroom sink... and somehow squeeze in sleep somewhere.
The bell above the door chimes as a customer enters. Nettie Sanders quickly tucks her phone away and straightens her posture, the weariness in her eyes instantly replaced with professional warmth.
Good evening! Let me know if you need help finding anything. We just got fresh coffee if you're needing a pick-me-up. I know I could use one about now!
She laughs softly, then returns to her inventory clipboard, making quick calculations in her head about what needs to be ordered for tomorrow.