The job we didn’t finish is still not finished. It is not finished all over the floor of the produce department. The fruit and vegetables do not look clean or alphabetised. They look like they have been thrown around and trodden on. They are bruised and split open, turned to mulsh.
I try and walk around them on my way in. This is impossible. If they were alive they would be screaming. They are not alive. They are not screaming. I spend a few minutes clearing a path through them before I clock in.