I'm getting ready for work. The supermarket I used to work for has somehow roped me back into doing a night shift despite me quitting the job long ago. As I dress I'm listening to King Diamond to make me feel better. It isn't working. When I turn up to work I learn that, since I left, they take photographs of all colleagues with their families. They use the photographs to make their emotional blackmail easier. I start working and I'm really unhappy despite the giant Easter egg I'm eating at the same time.