I can’t think of a title for this one.

This is it – the beginning of the end.

Straightforward Thursday today. To my dismay I saw that I had been allocated four sections – Fish, Sandwiches, Cream Cakes, and Sausages & Bacon. Fortunately, however, it turned out that each section had only one cage of products to its name, so my work was actually quite swift. Once those were done, I went on my lunch, before assisting a coworker with Cooked Meats and Ready Meals. Then it was Rumble – I was doing Longlife (Juices, Butter, and Cheese), until Craig whisked me away to the Chocolate and Sweets aisle, of all places. Apparently that particular department was so low on staff that they were struggling to complete their Rumble in time, and as a result were enlisting anyone and everyone they could to help them out. So that was a bizarre change of scene.

The only item of note today is the situation for Sunday: I have agreed to some overtime.

8 – 10.

Let me rephrase: 8am to 10pm. That’s fourteen hours of overtime. Which should be, taking potential breaks into account, somewhere in the region of £100-120. Which isn’t too shabby for a last day. What’s happening is that there just so happens to be a significant move planned for that day, after the store closes at 4pm, wherein the Ready Meals aisle will be rearranged. All the products need to be taken off the shelves and the price labels moved.

It will, most likely, eradicate any remaining energy stores hidden away in my system, chewing me up and spitting me out as a drained husk of a man. Apparently 10pm is the latest it should finish, with a more likely finishing time being nearer 8/9pm. Either way, it’s a hell of a lot of overtime and a sizeable amount of pay – and considering this “month” I’ll only have been working about half what I would be were I staying on, it’ll bump up my next payslip nicely. Here’s to the magic of overtime!