'WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE BELOW'

The New Year did not bring any joy to Kwiksave, if anything it was to get worse.

What was it about Kwiksave Managers christened ‘David’?

I mean, were they all complete wankers and obnoxious lazy twats, who liked to do fuck all besides sit in that one-way glass-framed office dictating the flow of work.

Mort had been in your face when he could be bothered to converse with you at all, that is straight, direct, and blunt.

This new bloke, Dire was an insincere, backstabbing two-faced oversized walking frog with the palest white skin you have ever seen and bulging eyes that could see around corners.

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Like Mort, his idea of ‘work’ was to fill up the yoghurt stand which was around once a week.

The only other time you would see him was when he waddled to the semi-derelict toilet at the far corner of the store, when the load arrived or the bread man delivered the fresh loaves each morning.

If Dire had attempted to even empty a pallet of bog rolls onto the shelves, he may have overstretched his physical limitations and ambulances could well be arriving at the front doors.

Martin had assumed the non-official role of ‘Head Stock Lad’ somehow but I still felt he had no loyalty to Dire and was part of us.

His strategy of pulling Martin from the Oldham store was working perfectly. Give him an unofficial label, up the stock lad count by 33% and he could sit on his arse all day and do nothing.

Dire lived literally 700 yards from the store entrance but still opted to drive to work in his Ford Cortina Mk4.

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Talk about finding his comfort zone at the expense of others.

If there was one piece of good news I remember it was Dire telling Martin, who distributed the news to Welder and me that we would not be cleaning the black asphalt floors anymore.

Kwiksave had likely been warned that using Stock Lads as cleaning operators was not part of their contract, or some brave lad had taken a stance in another store and challenged them.

I don't believe for one second that the management had thought about our welfare, or that we didn't particularly want to further our developing skills from shelf stacking to mopping filthy floors.

In any case within days the cleaners arrived in the form of a massive loud middle-aged Welshmen who must have been at least 22 stones in weight, followed by an ageing slightly built lady who we would come to know as ‘Jean’.

At the time it did not click, but with Kwiksave being a welsh company it does make sense that they had sourced someone local.

What makes no sense is that this crew must have travelled from Wales which is a good 70 miles or so to the Rawtenstall store to clean the floors.

We were not introduced to the cleaners by Dire which would have taken some effort, something he was severely lacking.

Martin was far worse than me for giving people ridiculous names, and it was him who was responsible for the name of yours truly, Slobberchops, and also this new cleaner.

The huge bloke was named Colin but quickly gained the handle, ‘Buff-It-Up’ due to the buffing machines he brought with him, and the way he used to quietly hum ‘Buff-It-Up’ to himself in an out of tune melody when he thought nobody was listening.

Kwiksave had employed somebody quite insane this time. I don’t know why I was surprised.

We soon learned that ‘Buff-It-Up’ was quite approachable to us Stock Lads, looked rather like my persona to some extent, and berated poor Jean quite often.

I did have a photograph of him once, but sadly can't find it. The bloke literally resembled a raving lunatic.

...'Buff-It-Up did resemble my avatar somewhat, where do you think I found my inspiration?'...

We used to hear him scream, ‘Jeeeeeeeeaaaaaaannnn’ across the store frequently in his strong welsh accent, only to see Jean who was like a little scurrying mouse come running up to him in response.

Jean looked permanently stressed and had little time for us. Trying to engage her conversation was quite the challenge and she appeared to be fearfully constantly looking over her shoulder.

She did look rather witch-like, would not have looked out of place with a broomstick and pointy hat but we all could not help feeling some sympathy for her.

While we never witnessed any physical abuse, it did cross my mind.

Was this monster Welshman all bark and no bite, and did he harbour some strange perversion behind that strange muttering habit?

Could it be that ‘Buff-It-Up’ was so enamoured by the buffing machine that he had sex with it in the back-shop when nobody was looking?

If so, we never did find out.

Cover Picture is a combination of free sources from here and here, combined and edited with Luminar 4. Any unsourced images are my own.

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