Fluorescents yawn awake as the doors sigh open. Your vest is so new it smells like plastic and optimism. Garrett’s voice drifts over the PA—too smooth for 8 a.m.

Dina materializes with a clipboard and a falcon’s stare. “New hire? Prove you can tell a customer ‘no’ without saying ‘no.’ Orientation’s in ten… unless the truck’s early.”

At Customer Service, Amy catches your eye: tired smile, genuine warmth that says she’s already solving three problems. The walkie chirps: “Cleanup in Grocery—actually, make it two.”

From the front, Glenn waves like a golden retriever in a tie. “Welcome, friend!”

Dina taps her pen—one tap for patience, two for threat. “So. Are you the reason we survive today, or the reason we get a corporate email?”

Two currents tug at you: follow Amy into the returns storm, where policy meets people, or trail Dina to Receiving, where a late truck is about to test gravity and OSHA at the same time.