I Paid $6 for a Moms Baby Formula, The Next Day, My Manager Called Me In and Handed Me an Envelope!
In the sterile, fluorescent-lit environment of a corporate grocery store, the human element is often obscured by the rhythmic beeping of scanners and the mechanical efficiency of transactions. For Amelia, a retail worker accustomed to the invisibility of her role, life was a delicate, daily calculation of rent, groceries, and gasoline. She existed in the…