I worked in my local Woolies
Straight after Uni. I was taken on as extra staff for Christmas, and put in the stockroom with the job of organising it into sections, since it was massive and everything used to just get dumped in there in no particular order.

First week: Being bright eyed and bushy-tailed, I reorganised the whole stock room, perfectly, and initiated a system (bagged chocolate over there, boxed chocolate there, light-bulbs over there, etc.) that ensured I wouldn't have to do much any more except take the odd delivery for the rest of Christmas

Second week: Hid in the back of the stockroom, drinking tea and reading the paper cover to cover.

Third week: constructed a race track in the stockroom and raced round it on a child's scooter until it broke

Fourth week: got quite friendly with the manager, who also spent long periods standing around in the stockroom drinking tea, and spent most of the week alternately discussing Championship Manager and having keepy uppy competitions with a half-inflated football

Fifth week: Chatted up one of the girls who worked on the tills. Then realised she was 16. Backed off and hid in the stockroom. Tried to fix child's scooter. no success so drank more tea.

Sixth week: Christmas rush over, quit for a (marginally) better-paid job.

Never have I done less, and spent more time just knocking about. It was dull though...
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 8 Jan 2009, 15:19, Reply)