Sunday, 10 June 2007

22: two things at once

Apples. Crates of apples. I must do the same thing I have been doing all last week except now with apples. Oh christ. I look around for the replenishment assistants. It is Monday morning. The replenishment assistants only work evenings and weekends. I look around for them anyway. I look in the toilets. I look in the aisles. I look in the staff room. They aren’t there. They are at home or at college or having a nice lie down in the park. I look in the chiller. My boss is in the chiller. Beads of condensation are forming on his head. A sheen of frost. He is waiting in here for me with his hands on his hips.

I look at his stern face.

He asks me something, frantically.

I don’t know what it is.

He is waiting for me to answer the question.

I don’t know, I say.

He is pointing at all the produce in the chiller.

Not even 16%. Nothing. 0%.

I don’t know, I say.

I am looking at the crates he is pointing at. They are all the other fruit and vegetables that didn’t get put out this week. About a thousand crates. I want to throw them all away. That would be the easiest thing to do. I want a job which is just throwing things away. I want to climb inside one of the crates and throw myself away with them.

Then he takes me out to the tower of apples.

He points at it.

He says something.

The only words I understand are 'delivery', 'afternoon', and 'bananas'.

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