The answer to all those mid-week, crap telly, boring sections of my life given away to entertainment from an entertainment box, is Simple. I have taken second employment, you see, in the services of a supermarket behemoth on three evenings in the week. It means that i'll actually be earning the amount my first job pays me before deductions. Which is still not really enough. I essentially work a 37 hr week with Her Majesty's plus 12 hours for the Universe Consolidators. It's like badly paid overtime. Hmm.
And you might wonder, particularly if you know me, why i should suddenly, age 25, start working hard and trying to improve my financial standing? I wonder too friend. Long and Hard i've Wondered. Many a night. Wondered. Fork knows...
But it isn't as tiring as you might think. Oddly it's not hard work, neither of my jobs involves the all out athleticism that harvesting the lettuce did. Which really was fun in it's own way. And good for me. Both of my current daytime pastimes are, as one of my University Tutors pointed out, Information Processing roles. Both too are jobs that have a limited lifespan in the whole running of the Universe type stakes. Computers will eventually do all our shopping for us and eventually they will also do all our administration too. So i'm not exactly gonna be remembered for my dashing filing and charming gait, and wonderful way with the middle aged ladies.
I went on W. I. Trips (or W. I. Trip according to my Mum who says she only ever took me on one) when i was younger and obviously when you're young and marginally cheeky, in a slightly less cute/actually funny way, older ladies take a shine to you. I suppose something rub offed. Or rubbed off. Or even rob a dob dob, Da^id Ha$$lehoff. Or not.
Yes, rub offed on me it did. I must smell of them, or smell of something they like. Or maybe i glow. Whatever it is, i'm a hit with the older lady in the workplace.
Sadly it's neither use nor ornament; won't earn me cash lest i become a male escort - anyone know how much you earn? - nor will it leave me well remembered for changing the world/universe/fishtank.
While you're not looking, supermarkets aisles and shelves continuously move like in the Magical Boy In the Film of Hollywood, where it's the stairs and corridors. So that is why things seem never to be where they are. This is NOT necessarily true of all supermarkets its only the one i work in that i know about. It's simple, it makes you stay longer than you have to.
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