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I used to work in a supermarket where the girl on the deli counter cut off the top of her finger in the meat slicer, but was made to finish her shift before going to hospital. You can now pay £100 to shoot zombies in the store's empty shell, haunted by poor dead nine-finger deli girl. Tell us your tales of the old retail experience, from either side of the counter
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
I used to work in a supermarket where the girl on the deli counter cut off the top of her finger in the meat slicer, but was made to finish her shift before going to hospital. You can now pay £100 to shoot zombies in the store's empty shell, haunted by poor dead nine-finger deli girl. Tell us your tales of the old retail experience, from either side of the counter
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
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From the age of 17 to almost 21 I did time in a Somerfield store. All the usual was here, crap pay, crap hours, department supervisors who acted like they owned you, uncaring management, and of course fuckwit customers. I'll not bore you with this and instead proceed to some of the 'highlights'
My role at the supermarket was split between 'grocery replenishment' (shelf stacker) and keeping the warehouse tidy.
At the back of the warehouse was the butchery preperation room. I got on well with the lads who worked in here, and the head of the department was 'D' who was in his early 20s, and was very honest and candid about his sexual encounters. If you didn't know 'D' you would assume he was talking bullshit about the things he got up to, but with him it was always the truth.
So... 'D' gets into a relationship with the grocery supervisor 'C'.
'C' was in her late 30s, mother of 3 and is not particulary attractive, but as their relationship progressed she became more interesting to us as it turned out that 'C' was up for pretty much anything sexually. One of the funnier experiences he told us about was when he bent her over the meat prep counter and in his words: "did her up the ass and she loved it". Turned out that backdoor was her thing and 'D' often went for a ride up the marmite motorway.
There were many other classy moments in the butchery prep area. As an example, one of the other butchers seemed to relish 'fingering' joints of meat that vaguely resembled vaginas. Don't think he took it any further but it really wouldn't suprise me if he did.
It's fair to say that I advised friends and relatives NOT to buy meat from Somerfield!
Other minor highlights included trapping someone under the electric roller shutter door and watching him flail around like an upturned tortoise, racing pallet trucks around the store after hours, and occasionally shutting people in the deep freeze store.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 14:42, 1 reply)
From the age of 17 to almost 21 I did time in a Somerfield store. All the usual was here, crap pay, crap hours, department supervisors who acted like they owned you, uncaring management, and of course fuckwit customers. I'll not bore you with this and instead proceed to some of the 'highlights'
My role at the supermarket was split between 'grocery replenishment' (shelf stacker) and keeping the warehouse tidy.
At the back of the warehouse was the butchery preperation room. I got on well with the lads who worked in here, and the head of the department was 'D' who was in his early 20s, and was very honest and candid about his sexual encounters. If you didn't know 'D' you would assume he was talking bullshit about the things he got up to, but with him it was always the truth.
So... 'D' gets into a relationship with the grocery supervisor 'C'.
'C' was in her late 30s, mother of 3 and is not particulary attractive, but as their relationship progressed she became more interesting to us as it turned out that 'C' was up for pretty much anything sexually. One of the funnier experiences he told us about was when he bent her over the meat prep counter and in his words: "did her up the ass and she loved it". Turned out that backdoor was her thing and 'D' often went for a ride up the marmite motorway.
There were many other classy moments in the butchery prep area. As an example, one of the other butchers seemed to relish 'fingering' joints of meat that vaguely resembled vaginas. Don't think he took it any further but it really wouldn't suprise me if he did.
It's fair to say that I advised friends and relatives NOT to buy meat from Somerfield!
Other minor highlights included trapping someone under the electric roller shutter door and watching him flail around like an upturned tortoise, racing pallet trucks around the store after hours, and occasionally shutting people in the deep freeze store.
( , Thu 10 May 2012, 14:42, 1 reply)
Having been a meat worker for many years
I can confirm this fingering of meat and anything that vaugly look like a fanny does indeed happen.
( , Fri 11 May 2012, 4:24, closed)
I can confirm this fingering of meat and anything that vaugly look like a fanny does indeed happen.
( , Fri 11 May 2012, 4:24, closed)
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