bunch of losers

Slow times were the worst times. Amata wandered from rack of clothing to rack of clothing, straightening the jackets that were already straight and adjusting things that did not need adjusting. There was still an hour before she was able to clock out and go home and finish her project for tomorrow morning's class...

Perhaps she could convince her manager to let her go early, since there was no one around.

Except ... oh, there was a person~ Amata put on her bright, please-talk-to-me-I-am-helpful smile and walked over to the woman. "Can I help you with anything?"