Popped round my local Sainsbury’s this morning for a bottle of milk. The staff are all regulars and I know them by sight. This morning however, there was a stranger there too – 40s, fat, male – I clocked him as some sort of area manager.
He was telling one of the staff where to put the produce.
I decided to buy some cheese but when I went for it, it had been moved. Which, I guess, is the function of the area manager, to move stuff. Because someone, somewhere, years ago, decided that it was a good idea to move produce on regular basis. And ever since, area managers have been touring the country telling the staff where to move things. Which seems the sort of job that would make Sisyphus blush.
People. They’re wonderful strange.