I go to the staff room and get my mobile out of my jacket.
I call the replenishment assistants.
They are all out together, having a nice lie down in the park.
I tell them I have a replenishment emergency.
Oh, they say. That’s too bad.
I tell them I will get the sack if I don’t somehow get all the fruit and vegetables out of the store room and onto the shop floor.
That’s awful, they say.
I ask them if they will come in and help.
Sorry, they say.
I tell them it’s their duty as replenishment assistants to help a fellow worker. I also tell them that I have the power, as replenishment supervisor, to fire them if they don’t come in. (This is a lie.)
So, are you coming in or what? I say.
We’re not coming in, they say.
I fire the replenishment assistants.