Shops and SupermarketsI 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
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
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Oh dear.I think a lot of people can sympathise with the unhappy shift workers at the uncaring monoliths called supermarkets. If it makes you feel any better, Spazda took three years of my life. I feel for shop workers in these places. The worst bit is that I hate myself as a customer; I accidentally avoid eye contact, I forget where I've picked an unwanted item up so leave it on the self-scan machines, I have conversations with my boyfriend whilst we pack and forget the poor cashier even exists.
On the other hand, when you've been sat on a retro 90s Spazda till for three hours straight, serving Haribo and crisps to the morbidly obese it genuinely helps to turn your brain off. Many of my friends at the supermarket were either post or under-grad at uni; I can chat for hours about medieval literature or Dickens, but ask me where Spazda keep the rice flour and all I could manage was 'Try aisle four...? Think it's near the gluten free stuff.' My poor brain.
I work for an increasingly popular DIY chain these days as it's closer to home, and swapped serving sweets and fizzy drinks to arranging deliveries of tons of building sand. The team is smaller and my mind is less numbed (slightly), but the best thing? Not feeling responsible (in some small way) for the increasingly obese country I live in.
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Bats, Mon 14 May 2012, 5:52,
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jesusI sympathise. I regularly see people in the shops with crisps and high sugar treats in the trolley alongside weightwatchers pasta ready meals.
People need to be educated in food!
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