Finger Snacks
A quick one before the end of the week, and funnily enough back at my old job at a supermarket which sounds unsuprisingly like 'Besco'.

Our company had a horrible training policy. So horrible in fact that it was a 10 question multiple choice test followed by the royal boot onto the shop floor to do the customer's bidding. The same went for the deli counter. A new lass, I'll call her Jane because she only worked there for one day and bugger knows if I can remember such an insignificant peon, had just joined and was told to operate the big mechanical meat slicer.

Jane's manager, Charlotte, was a draconian nightmare whose policy was a simple case of "do it or get out of my department". When Jane explained she didn't know how to work the health and safety-defying monstrousity, Charlotte broke the sound barrier with her orders and Jane was promptly slicing away through the processed meats, and then incidently her thumb.

While most knives will leave a flap and a dirty cut, this was a top of the range slicer, and so a clean half inch of hand and blood lay mixed in with the chicken roll. Jane, as most humans would do, quickly got herself sorted and called an ambulance whilst screaming bloody murder. Charlotte on the other hand proceeded to complaining that she had to slice the rest of the meats herself (without time to clean the machine) and made a bigger spectacle about her manual labour than the now crippled staff member.

2 hours later the food safety officials were down, the deli shut, all produce sent to be incinerated and Charlotte sacked for serving black pudding to half the store.
(FoxyBadger (try saying it backwards), Thu 25 Sep 2008, 15:03, Reply)