I started work at 22.30, discovered that as usual the day shift hadn't rotated the stock properly, so all the old fruit was at the bottom and the new fruit was open on the fixture. The boss agreed that day shift is populated with w***ers who've got their thumbs stuck up their arses.
Sorting the mess took the best part of an hour, then the other lad I work with turned up and we worked through the remainder of yesterday's stock which wasn't out. Discovered that day shift hadn't bothered to fill half of the empty fixtures even though the stock was there. Had another round of "aren't dayshift complete c***s?!" with anyone who wanted to listen.
Went upstairs for a brew sat half watching the kickboxing on the telly with the fitness freak/competition fighter who works with me, and half watching the pool table, or more specifically half watching the white ball, which seemed somehow magnetically attracted to the table we were sitting at.
About 01.30 we got stuck into the first delivery of the night, and started shifting the several metric tonnes of fruit/veg/salad that it takes to keep even a small supermarket running for 24 hours. Nearly got hit by a few hundred kilos of fizzy pop which hit a rut in the warehouse floor and went over. Fortunately everyone got out of the way, the nightshift manager agreed that the floor surface was "f*****g w**k" but reckoned it would only be a priority if somebody failed to get out of the way of several hundred kilos of fizzy pop. I politely declined his kind offer to volunteer, laughed at the poor sods who had to mop it all up, and cursed them for the slow down it caused everyone else.
So it went on until 07.30, nothing else of note happened, just the usual nuisance of the customers and cleaners getting in the way and the clock watching/pallet counting that we use to figure out whether or not we're gonna get done.
I got home for about 08.15 and got up about 16.30. Now I'm sat "looking forward" to it all starting again in 3 1/2 hours. Oh well at least I've got an interview for a "proper" job next week, so that I don't have to keep humping produce just cos it pays more than the dole.