Don't Know Why
Mood:  lazy
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Back on days as you all know by now, sorts of limits my time to do anything else, but at least last night I was able to drop into Tescos and do a bit of sorting out. I was quite pleased that the manager there has recognised my talents, and not only do I have the SCUM title, he now wants me to do some maintenance work on the trolleys themselves. It'll be cheaper than sending them away. To that end I now have the additional title of Trolley Wheel Attendant or TWAT.
Good thing about this job is that I don't have to work with the Mongs. They're not allowed anywhere near sharp objects, so it allows me to develop a maintenance plan which is all my own work. I'm basing it on the plan I developed for the Underground Railway system somewhere in London, which as most of you know I spent sometime working undercover on for so many years. Worked well for them...I'm sure Tescos will be pleased with it too. Mind you the manager was a bit taken aback when I asked him to construct a pit in the area where the food arrives, and I want him to spend money on an overhead crane...well these trolleys are heavy...don't want to do my back in.
He's going to think about, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I heard that many times before from management, I remember my plans for a rifle range etc have been turned down by my employers.
Anyway, better get on, smells like the occupant of the next trap has been on the Guinness last night.

Shalom