I worked at this retail place, part-time. Just something to do, I guess. My manager always said I was reliable, a good team member. The other day, I just stopped fixing the shirt racks. Saw a pile, walked right past it. I mean I don't even — whatever. He thanked me at the end of the shift, said I was doing such a GREAT job. I felt like a fraud. My parents would have been MORTIFIED.