I work in a high street retailer that shall remain nameless.

I work out back in the stockroom.
Pros: Zero Customer contact.
Cons: Having to shit crap around
Part of my job incolves crushing carboard and plastic in big machines called "The Bailers". When full, a supposedly perfect cube of recyclable material is ejected for me to take downstairs later.
Every day for hours on end, I feed the machine.
It is a fickle mistress.
I also take deliveries in from off of the lorries.
In the stockroom I work with three other guys. Fortunatley for me, they make the job fun at times.
However, they tend to be more hands on than I am.
I also work with a number of local people, some good, some not so good.
In particular my boss, with whom I share my an especially adversarial relationship and often imagine brutally murdering.
But that aside, until something better comes along I'm stuck.









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