April 15th, 2022
Nothing said Monday like finding a body in the bathroom, 15 minutes before she was supposed to clock out of her shift.
Kora dropped the mop bucket right next to the door.
The demands of these retail jobs were getting more ridiculous by the day.
Is he dead?
And how did he get there so fast without her noticing?
There hadn't been a single damn customer her whole shift, and she would've heard the door beep if anyone came in.
Maybe it happened when she'd propped the back door open with her mop bucket, dragging the trash out to the dumpster earlier in her shift.
But even that seemed about unrealistic as cleaning up dead bodies in the restroom and counting it as overtime.
Not like they paid her much here anyway.
Working the gift shop outside the Titanic Museum was just a part-time around her up-and-coming bridal styling business.
Something to take the edge off all the doctor visits and prescription medicines her dad's insurance decided to stop covering.
Once dad got better and money wasn't so tight, maybe she wouldn't keep finding herself in these precarious little situations.
Until then, the restroom needed servicing.
Kora sighed and wrote 'dead body disposal' in her restroom check notes.
Slapping an "Out of Order" sign across the restroom door, she went to grab some gloves.