They'll do big signs once they actually have some staff, they're afraid to be swamped. The standard shift is nine to five with a hour's lunch break; there are internal regulations in place against using Dyne to offer the opportunity to work double shifts, alas. Lily will be organizing the shifts as more workers come in but she can expect to work nine to five weekdays for the foreseeable future; if she wants an unusual schedule she is free to ask for it and they'll do their best to accommodate. There are no otherwordly books in stock according to the computers, but Lily comes over and keys in a code that fixes that and then goes through the big portal and pulls out another stock bin. 

"Thank you for the suggestion," she says. "Anything else you'd like to say before we hire you?"

"Any restrictions on making purchases or exchanging currency for myself?"

"So long as it doesn't distract you during work hours and you pay the sticker price, no restrictions. We don't do employee discounting, sorry. You'll be enrolled in our employee rewards program though, which has fun prizes even by our standards."

"I didn't expect an employee discount. It's hardly like your products will go bad at the end of the day, like restaurants. And even for food, it creates certain incentives. How should I respond to customers acting dangerous? Is anything I'll be touching particularly delicate? Do you dock wages for any reason? What's that rewards program like?"

"Safety and proper handling is a whole other lecture. We'll have security for you to call on irate customers. We pay you so long as you show up and work; if you break it, you bought it, but expect us to be gentle about that. The rewards program is points-based and allows you to save towards multiversal vacations, a selection of OTC products, and even at the highest tiers some of our real magic. Things like your own personal planet."

Nodnodnod. "No further questions. Eager to get started, just tell me what's next."

What's next is that safety briefing. Starting with the Esoterics like the Thirteenth Hour, which can leave you trapped in a pocket dimension full of your own nightmares, the Panacea, which can give you brain damage or turn you into a kind of mage if you try to study it, or Worry Beads, which can 'wake up' and become people if you use too many of them. All of these are perfectly safe for consumer use so long as the requirements are met; Thirteenth Hour, for instance, is sold only to people who don't sleep, because for them it's an entirely safe extra pocket dimension with a time dilation feature and has no risk of nightmare worlds being created. Panacea is safe to handle and use so long as nobody does illicit research on it. Worry beads are safe so long as an "only three per customer" rule is respected. These and other dangers of spell discharge, dire fudge and so on are laid out for her. There isn't much that needs explicit warnings, but the items that do need them are hair-raising. She is assured that the OTC has experience dealing with even the worst industrial accidents and the safety of its employees is paramount; if something really bad happens, the professionals will come save her. 

Well, it's good to hear that she'll be safe. She stayed out of the military for a reason. Cashiering feels safe, at least.

She writes all the warnings in shorthand form into a little notebook as the briefing progresses, looking a bit subdued.

"There, that's all. You're qualifed to work here, and you can start your first shift now. Feel free to read one of the bookstore's books while we wait for customers; I don't expect much of anyone today, but in case there are you can help out."

"I think I'll read through the catalog and try to imagine people who would want each item at first, get off to a strong start."

A young girl, perhaps fourteen, pokes her head in a few minutes later. "Telegram from Jonar Bjerre for 'Thorn'!"

"That's me!" She extends her hand for the telegram.

She marches in and hands it over. "He paid for a return message!"

Very interested in employment with OTC particularly as guard given the details you sent. Currently on rotation as a train driver so I am not immediately available. Will return in 2 days, then free for 2 days. Expected arrival Thursday 14:30. An interview then would be convenient. I may require a few more days to separate from the military after that. Thank you for your consideration. Please reply with convenient interview times.

Jonar Bjerre.

She replies. "We can schedule your interview conveniently for you; Thursday 14:30 or thereabouts. Thank you for applying. dash OTC." 

She diligently writes this down. "Say, is this the place where you can buy eternal youth and laser guns?"

"Yep! That's the place. I'm afraid it's pretty expensive, but we do have those things on offer!"

"I heard you can sell time-when-you-need-it? I'm pretty little, I bet that'd be like, being late for class or dropping something and not catching it or not getting out of the way of someone fast enough, no biggie. Not like soldiers being too slow to spot a troll. Is that how it works?"

"That is how it works, though you still run the risk of being hit by a car or something like that. If you're willing to take the chance then we can mint some time from you and you can shop."

"Only mega rich people use cars to get around. I guess I could drown, maybe..." She frowns and taps her foot. "Is it obvious when you've paid up?"

"Yes, you can feel it when the Chron debt is expended. It's quite identifiable. You're quite certain you want to mint a Chron?"

"Just a couple. It's like ten seconds? Doesn't seem too terrible to me and you've got cool stuff and I don't do risky things generally, so..."

"Five and a quarter seconds. Give me your hand?"

The kid reaches out, frowning a bit but not hesitating.

She taps the kid's hand and a Chron falls out. An eight-sided invisible cage of force, containing a bright golden spark. 

"And you want me to cash this for you, right?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna spend it! I want the storm cloak for me and a youth crystal for my grandpa's birthday and a book about how to make robots for my brother and some kind of exotic food for my dad!"

"That ought to cover it. I'll ring you up."

After a little haggling over what kind of exotic food and what level of robot assembly their brother could handle, she goes and fishes the relevant items out of a bin. She gives change in kroner.