Pat your arse supermarket.
When I was 17, a lovely girl I'd been having a dalliance with kindly informed me that she was 'with child'. (EDIT: This turned out to be a blatant lie. I could have finished 6th form and acheived a slightly higher level of mediocrity by now if it weren't for her.)

Stupidly, I believed that the responsible thing to do would be to get a job, sharpish. The first thing that I came across was shelf-stacking at the above. The selection process didn't really apply as it was the pre-Christmas period and they were (assumedly, from the shambles that was my 'interview') employing anybody who wouldn't openly masturbate on the shop floor.

Three weeks later, I found alternative employment as a post-room boy. The pay was a lot higher and actually referred to as salary rather than wages (always a good sign!). There even looked to be scope for some progress with the employer.

The supermarket 'team leader' was distracted or disinterested or both when I informed her of my iminent departure. No more was said about it duing my 3 remaining shifts. In retribution for making me work with mongs, retards, fuckwits and the general public (go shopping in ADSA and actually look at the people debating between chop pork and corned beef!) I stole anything that would fit into my pockets and kept their gnatty green waistcoat (in case I went to a fancy dress as a leprechaun).

I'm still gainfully employed at the second company and am soon to leave, although I'll hang on for my substantial redundancy payment in lieu of another shitty waistcoat, ta.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 23 May 2008, 13:25, 2 replies)

...and kept their gnatty green waistcoat (in case I went to a fancy dress as a leprechaun).
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(misshotlips, Fri 23 May 2008, 13:50, closed)

I've seen their ads
and their staff come across as fuckwits even in those.

But I would say that. I used to work for Sainsbury's....
(Axeman Jim, Sat 24 May 2008, 0:01, closed)