Same old..

I had a drink with my old colleague Jared tonight after work. Well, it was 'after work' for me, for him it was two hours before he clocked on at the supermarket. That didn’t stop him drinking four pints of Stella though. He was full of stories from the shelf-stackers. Nothing seems to have changed. My replacement is apparently an 18-year-old amateur wrestler, who tends to turn up late at least once a week and has fallen asleep in the beer aisle twice. Jared tells me there is to be a ‘night-time stock replenishment workforce restructuring’ soon, as the overnight takings are down, so they may make cutbacks, and some of them may have to switch to daytimes. He also told me that all women are prostitutes, they just have different ways of charging you, and that he thinks he is developing a boil on his bollocks, so it was like we’d never parted.
I’m so glad to be out of that place. Mind-numbing, depressing and bad for the soul. I hate to sound callous, but I am about to watch ‘The Wire’ on DVD and fall asleep on the sofa, while he is pulling an eight-hour overtime shift stacking cat food. I think I know where I would rather be... and it ain’t somewhere in amongst the Kit-e-Kat.

RC 14-5-10