I work at Budgens and on my days off thats where I do my shopping.
I stalk around the isles with my spiky hair, trying to pretend that i don;t know exactly where each and every single item is. My glasses are thick, but not as thick as my skin, when the kids come in after school. They think I can;t see them sneaking a chocolate bar here, a bottle of booze there. so smart. I case the joint as if i don;t work here, trying to get inside the skin of the Valued Customer. i try to see it from their eyes – are the value digital cameras on a suitable display stand? Is the South American white wine on special offer visible to the passer-by? Are all the items labelled? Even the soon-to-be-discontinued lines?
What I do makes this place a more effective selling machine. I care about what I do, and if the Tesco down the road care about their place as much as I care about mine, then I’ll eat a thirty-six piece floor puzzle, suitable for ages 12-36 months (only £2 while stocks last)