Undercover

I spent a few hours today looking around rival supermarkets in the area. Ginger Graham likes us to keep abreast of any special offers on that we might be able to copy, and he likes managers to go incognito to do the research.
I’ve never done it before, and it got me out of the usual mundane tasks I have to lower myself to on the day-shift, so I readily volunteered.
I got to spend 90minutes in a café drinking coffee while pretending to check out ‘premium stock rotation policies’ which was nice.
In one of the major supermarkets - and I would never stoop so low as to mention which - they actually have someone employed now whose job it is to stand near a till with a sign saying “Space here” and an arrow on it. At busy times, she has to walk up and down near the tills, and stand by the till with the smallest queue so that Mr & Mrs Public-Shopper can be directed.
The poor girl looked as demoralised as it is possible to look, and when I asked her how long she’s worked there she said “I started last Monday”
Has there ever been a worse job invented for a human being?
I met a guy once who spent a summer clearing up dog shit for a living, but at least he got to work outside…..

RC 13-3-12