I work at a pharmacy making 16$ an hour. The store I work out is closing, and my manager has been having me work 40-hour weeks, with mostly just me in the front of the store and with the pharmacist in the pharmacy. I've been training in the pharmacy its been just me and the pharmacist, we have a backlog of prescriptions of over a hundred. Literally killing myself working, almost breaking down sometimes, but holding it barely together. A woman named Karen could tell I was hurting and struggling, seeing me disoriented, exhausted, and shaking so she asked what she could do to help. She really wanted to help me, but I couldn't tell her to call HR or talk to the manager because being the only other person in the store working full-time not as a manager they would know it was me. I told her “You are one of the good Karens” and she told me how her young kids always joke about her being a Karen Boomer. They are really good people out there, but it sucks that the bad ones have all the power.
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