Waitrose: The Supermarket for Cunts
Ahhh Waitrose Chandlers Ford, the queen of all the Hampshire Waitrose. Not the "inconvenient" Southampton branch or the "too busy" Romsey branch, Chandlers Ford was where the true waitrose customer shopped. Not a single customer on a weekend morning ever resided within the local area and fuck me, they were annoying.

After working there a year and not getting anywhere fast, I had finnaly given up on supermarket life. The managers didn't have a clue and frankly, nor did anybody else. I resorted to doing as little work as possible in the shortest amount of time. Working on the meat counter however, gave me the freedom to do this without too much hastle. As my job needed lengthy training, I was almost unsackable and could pretty much bend the managers anyway I wanted.

Average days ended up with us hiding anywhere we could, whether it be the chillers or behind the work surfaces. If caught, the customer would be our next source of entertainment. Seeing how long you could take to gut a fish was always a laugh and making the customer squirm when you cut something incorrectly was always a pleasure. If all else fails, grab a cloth. You could be sure that if you had a cloth in your hand, the managers assumed you were working. I once got away for doing this for 5 hours straight and didn't have to touch a single peice of meat my entire shift.

I now work in a electronics store chatting up young ladies all day.
( Spam Filter Formerly known as Superdude, Tue 3 May 2005, 22:28, Reply)