This past week we’ve been beset by zombies. These poor souls wander the aisles, weaving back and forth, trying to find items to add to their trolley, then try to find their way out with their goods. They may be annoying to some, but we must pity them their lack of direction and lucid thinking. Maybe aliens sucked their brains out. Or some mad scientist experimented on them and these husks are the result of his nefarious experiments. Who knows? LMAO

There’s been more ‘drama’ in the produce (fruit and veg) aisles this week with a customer kicking one of our trolleys. I’m not sure what I would have done, possibly apologised for being in his way, however he chose to upset a colleague who is not so apologetic. She demanded to know why he had kicked her trolley, to which he replied that she was in his way, as were the rest of us. She then told him he should have asked her to move, and that she would have happily done so. He looked somewhat abashed, then left the aisle leaving myself and customers alike to look on bemusedly. Honestly, there’s no need for bad manners. We have trolleys for frozen food, chilled food, and ambient – cans, packet goods and so on. We average 400 orders a day, and if every customer has frozen, and chilled, and ambient goods – which doesn’t always happen, then without us picking, there would be an additional 133 customers in the store compared to around 20 or so pickers. Just to be clear…

This week, I went into work to be met with an horrific sight. It was barely 6am, my coffee had hardly kicked in, and it’s not even halfway through November. What did I see? A man on a ‘ladder’ hanging Christmas decorations! The horror! I know we all need a little something to look forward to, but decorations this early? I shook my head, sadly, and left him to get on with it.

Oh, speaking about work, a colleague who had left to go travelling with his family is starting back with us again due to the lockdown. He’s a tad older than me, unlike all the new staff, and we get on well so it’s nice that he’ll be working with us again for a few weeks. So many of the new staff are very young and I have nothing in common with them, so some old blood is great. Did that sound weird? Lol.

I love my kid sister, honestly, I do, but sometimes… We talk every weekend and usually get on very well, however this past weekend I found her comments to be very insensitive, bordering on the tactless. She was making derogatory remarks about supermarket workers. Um, hello! Some of us have to work for a living because we can’t get the social services to fund our lifestyle choice. She also excitedly mentioned that she’ll be mortgage free in a few years, whilst knowing full well that I’ll be paying rent until the day I die through no fault of my own, whilst she was given a council house (I was told I had no chance when I desperately needed one) which she then bought for a fraction of its worth. Not exactly tactful of her.

It’s getting much colder here, and I treated myself to some brushed cotton pyjamas hoping that being extra warm would help me sleep better. Well, they’re wonderfully soft and slightly fluffy, but I was so warm I had a terrible night. It’s back to bed shorts for me, and a thin, long-sleeved top lol. The fluffy pyjamas will be consigned to the drawer until it gets colder. I’m sure I’ll appreciate them once my bedroom gets down to around 10C, which it does, every winter. Brrr.

Okay. Enjoy what’s left of the week and take care.