David (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} davey_j_803) wrote,@ 2008-02-17 13:45:00 |
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Pointless Sunday rant about supemarkets.
I like supermarkets. I know many people decry them as the loss of the cornershop and independent traders across the country, and this is indeed a tragedy for those who try to eke out a living in the face of Morricowaitbury's. BUT as I said I like them. I like the feeling of anonymity, how I can just blunder around with my MP3 player on picking up what I want (within the range and variety that Sainsbury's offer me). But what pisses me off is the checkout assistants. Now I've never had a job in a supermarket. I understand how shitty it must be to sit there on a Sunday morning pushing food across sensors and asking for money from people. I just get annoyed when I'm there, trying to pack my bags and the sodding assistant just keeps ramming the food at me down the conveyor belt, crushing all the other food at the end. I said today "do you mind slowing down a bit", and the girl looked at me like I'd asked her to strip naked and dance on the counter! Fuck's sake.
God, that was feeble. I'm so glad I don't have anything real to complain about.
I like supermarkets. I know many people decry them as the loss of the cornershop and independent traders across the country, and this is indeed a tragedy for those who try to eke out a living in the face of Morricowaitbury's. BUT as I said I like them. I like the feeling of anonymity, how I can just blunder around with my MP3 player on picking up what I want (within the range and variety that Sainsbury's offer me). But what pisses me off is the checkout assistants. Now I've never had a job in a supermarket. I understand how shitty it must be to sit there on a Sunday morning pushing food across sensors and asking for money from people. I just get annoyed when I'm there, trying to pack my bags and the sodding assistant just keeps ramming the food at me down the conveyor belt, crushing all the other food at the end. I said today "do you mind slowing down a bit", and the girl looked at me like I'd asked her to strip naked and dance on the counter! Fuck's sake.
God, that was feeble. I'm so glad I don't have anything real to complain about.
