New supervisor juggling university and a retail job discovers training is mythical,, schedules change on a whim, and management thinks overtime is the solution when everything else fails. A job market held together with duct tape and denial, staffed by people who treat basic courtesy like an optional accessory tucked behind the lost-and-found counter. First day in, there's no onboarding, just a rotating calendar and endless requests to stick around after hours so someone can feign competence long enough to explain the job.

Hierarchy becomes a spectator sport when the resident supervisor greets newcomers with the warmth of a broken freezer, making entry-level leadership look like a parade of petty power trips and missed introductions. Schedules get updated by telepathy or crossed fingers, leaving everyone to guess when work's being done and whose weekend is about to evaporate. Turns out retail isn't a stepping stone to anything but mild existential dread and a waiting room for the next set of unreasonable demands.

Thanksgiving week at the office is universally… weird. Everyone's in the same boat, where half the team's already mentally on a four-day weekend (if they didn't already take the whole week off), your inbox is a ghost town, and most of your standing meetings have been skipped entirely. You sit at your desk, pretending to focus on spreadsheets or reports, but really, your brain is a slideshow of mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and whatever dessert you're most excited about.

That's why memes are essential this week.