Passive Sabotage After the Clap: The Post-Dill Effect
There’s a silence that settles after the storm. Not peace—just the absence of noise. When Dill Weed vanished from Grocery/Frozen, I didn’t celebrate. I just kept moving. But the shift? Oh, I felt it.
People don’t always come at you with fangs. Sometimes, it’s with delay. With awkward silence. With tasks that suddenly aren’t team efforts anymore. Welcome to the world of passive sabotage.
I don’t need allies. I need hours.
But still… I notice.
The ones who used to chat? Quiet. The ones who used to help? MIA. The aisle that magically explodes just before close? Yeah. I see you.
I’m not mad. I don’t need to be. Because I work. Because I move. Because I finish the damn job without needing to throw tantrums or plot alliances in the break room.
But don’t mistake silence for submission. And don’t confuse my endurance for ignorance. I see everything. I just don’t flinch anymore.
I didn’t come to Sprouts to be liked. I came to survive. To get paid. To front that aisle and clock out knowing I carried my weight and then some.
And if my very existence offends you?
I guess you should’ve worked harder to keep Dill Weed around.
Because if this is your quiet rebellion?
Then I’m the quiet reckoning.
Final line (Echo Drop): "They chose petty. I chose precision. Let’s see who clocks out first."
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