Every little helps..

I spoke to the HR manager at the supermarket today. My induction evening kicks off at 8pm Monday night in the excitingly named “Customer Support Executive Interactive Training And Preparatory Room.” If all goes well (and assuming they have a uniform in XXXL) I could be up-and-running workwise by midnight. I’m not entirely sure why it’ll take them four hours to show me how to take bottles out of a trolley and put them onto a shelf, but maybe there’s more to the job than meets the eye.
Mrs Willow in the corner shop had a go at me for working there. “They’re killing the local economy and they’re a death knell for businesses like this,” she said.
I wanted to point out that they’ve created 200 jobs – three of which are occupied by members of her family – and that I know for a fact that her boss buys all his veg there at the Value counter and passes them off as his own with a fifty per cent mark-up.
Instead I just muttered ‘Needs must’ and started unwrapping my Boost bar.

Hannah has a new ‘boyfriend.’ I suspect that means she got drunk and shagged him, and now feels obliged to pretend they’re in a relationship for a while so she doesn’t get a reputation as a slag.
He’s called Toby and he’s a barman at the University. He also looks like the result of a strange sexual liaison between Ozzy Osbourne and a Bassett Hound. I can only pray they’re using contraception.

RC 7-11-08
1545 GMT