Working in a supermarket
part time as teenager, I found that absolutely no one really cared that much about their job except the Manager-trainee types who saw themselves going 'all the way' to the top of the retail ladder (via. telling a bunch of teenagers to get a move on and restock the bananas).

Anyway. On one occasion, when the duty manager was trying to persuade a few of us to be more keen about the job, as our success depended on the company's success, he told us that he was so competitive that he used to go into the local Asda and complain about nebulous stuff in order to waste their time. He'd recently written a letter to them telling them that he was very old and infirm, used a wheelchair, and that the ramp to their front door slanted so steeply that it was dangerous, in the hope that they would be forced to spend large amounts of money remodelling their store.

Me and the other part-timer I was with both got the giggles so hard we had to stop working on the palette we were unloading so we could sit down on the floor for a minute and get our breath back.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 15:22, Reply)