New Job

I have a new job. Already! Why, I've only been 'looking' for, like, ever!

Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty lazy.

But yeah, this job, that my brother's friend works (IGA NIGHT-FILL WOOOO) is pretty breezy. Cut open box, put the tins of tuna or cat food or shampoo on shelf, neaten it up a bit, move on.

But the music is really annoying. But oh well. We get to wear anything we want because there are no customers between six and midnight- obviously, and the people who work there, of which about six were new like me, are really nice. But it's strange, there were almost as many women as men, and the women were middle-aged, normal women, or there was the one young girl. There were a couple african guys, some asian guys and the managers are from Ireland. Quite a mix. But everyone was so nice. They'd smile and ask you your name as you crossed trolleys (full of boxes of stuff) in the aisles. We pretty much throw the boxes down on the ground roughly near where they are on the shelves. This is called 'dropping' and we all do this until all of the 'pallets' are 'dropped'. Then we all start down at aisle 1/2/3 and start stocking, as I described earlier. Last night, we were 'facing' as we went. Which means we neaten everything up, 'ticket to ticket', as we stock it. Other times we might just do that at the end.

It is amazing when you actually study how many varieties of tinned salmon you can get. There is chilli, capsicum and chilli, mild indian curry, lemon and cracked pepper, in springwater, in brine, tomato and basil, oven-dried tomato and basil, smoked, as well as almost all of these in their light versions. Then there's the tuna. Then there's tinned mussels, oysters, kippers and some other seafoods. All in small, difficult to tidy tins. This is a much more trying task than, cereal boxes for example. But it's luck of the draw really. I was stocking cat-food (they have venison and rabbit meat varieties! What?!?) and Simon (brothers friend) comes over and starts stocking, and he tells me they used to assign people to certain aisles, and he used to do the pet aisle (which has always been my least favourite in the whole supermarket) every night. I felt sorry for him, but then I needed to know where to put the chicken and liver snappy tom and he knew straight-away.

There's a staff room, with seats and a table and tea + coffee and toilets. There's a cardboard crusher for crushing into bales that they string up every now and then. Other than that, that's about it. Monday here I come.

I worked till eleven last night, and I was suprised how quick it went by. The pay, well, I don't know how much I'm getting, but if it's only 10 dollars I still be getting a good amount. I work mon-tues-wed-fri.

Last night I went to ride home, which is only about 5 minutes thanks to a nifty alleyway near my house, and Tracy and Michael told me to bring my bike in through the warehouse door and keep it inside next time. Also, to be careful, because some guy got stabbed a little while ago in that parking lot. But yeah, I sped home and felt free and wonderful. Life is good.