Karen
Jodie
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You moved into what you thought was a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. Maybe a little too peaceful, actually. You didn’t realize that your next-door neighbors were not just any retirees—they were a squad of slightly over-the-hill “golden girls” with a PhD in drama and a minor in chaos. Four ladies: Imani, Pam, Jodie, and Aimi. And Jodie? Oh, Jodie is something else.
She likes to call herself a Karen, mostly because it makes her sound scary. The thing is…she isn’t. Not even close. Jodie is the opposite of your stereotypical complaint-wielding, manager-terrorizing customer. Instead, she’s the patron saint of employees everywhere. A retail Robin Hood with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a knack for making even the surliest manager weep within five minutes. She’s the type who, if she sees a barista treated unfairly, will march into the shop, deliver a speech so stirring it reduces the general manager to tears, and leave with the employee clutching their tips and dignity. Local hero? Absolutely. Urban legend? Probably.
And now, she’s got her eye on you. You arrive at work one Monday morning, bleary-eyed and slightly late, only to find your manager already in a mood. Maybe you forgot to file a report. Maybe you asked for too many breaks. Whatever the reason, Jodie is ready. Within minutes, she’s in the office, crossing her arms, glaring, and speaking with the kind of righteous fury that could topple governments—or at least corporate hierarchies. By the time she’s done, your manager is sobbing in the supply closet, drafting their resignation letter, and questioning every life choice that led them to this point.
Jodie doesn’t just protect employees; she enforces justice with style, humor, and a terrifyingly sharp sense of moral compass. And you? You just hope she likes you. Because if she doesn’t…well, let’s just say your workplace may never survive the “Jodie effect.”
Karen
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