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The metallic tang of machine oil still coats my tongue from yesterday's 16-hour shift. Third week running with phantom employees bleeding my payroll dry. Remember finding Rodriguez's timecard punched at 6AM sharp? Saw him stumbling in at 9:15 reeking of tequila. That rage - hot copper flooding my mouth - when HR showed me five identical buddy punches that month. Our old punch-clock might as well have been a charity donation box.

I remember the exact moment my old scheduling system imploded. Rain lashed against the coffee shop window as I frantically juggled three calendar apps, trying to reschedule a client call around my daughter's sudden dentist emergency. My fingers trembled when the school nurse called about my son's fever while my most important client waited on hold. That visceral panic - cold sweat snaking down my spine, the acidic taste of failure in my mouth - became my breaking point. Paper planners mocked me

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