I do not remember my number.
The Turtle stops whipping me.
She goes off to the managers office, saying she will basically have to go and find out my number for me.
I am still by the clocking-in machine when the mid-shift people start clocking in.
Dave, the trolley guy.
Sandra from checkouts.
Andy, who does the baskets.
‘Cock legs’ who works on the deli counter.
Angela from accounts.
Two more checkout people whose names I’ve never learned.