Skimming through people's blogs, I came across 'Tesco Sales Assistant's and read her most recent post. I got to the third paragraph, and noticed the bit about recognising the regulars/regular types. What particularly caught my eye was, "I know pretty much... who the weirdos are". The word, 'weirdos', made me think of how I end my night after a shift at the hotel.
My Clocking Off Routine
Having handed over my duties to the night manager and put my time card through the clock, 'officially' clocking off, I head home. When I get home, I analyse my fridge and inevitably remind myself that both my flatmate and I are useless at planning ahead. Whenever we go shopping, we only ever buy enough food for that evening (I have tried desperately to break this habit, but to no avail).
I am now left with 2 choices:
1) Attempt to make something out of whatever leftovers/canned food I can find
2) Drive to the only store open at this time - bearing in mind I finish on average between 2 and 4am, this limits my options significantly
When taking into account that I can go without food for the evening, but I cannot go without a large drink (settles me nicely after dealing with irritating customers, and also helps me sleep), if there is plenty of food but no alcohol, option 1 gets dismissed instantly.
Option 2 underway, I will head to Tesco.
I am usually so tired when I finish my shift, I have not bothered to change out of my uniform. As a hotel barman, I am VERY smartly dressed by bar standards (I once got asked by a check-out girl if I was on my way to a dinner party).
Whilst I can cook, again my tiredness will get the best of me. This means that I will always buy simple meals, as well as my alcohol.
However, as I can never shop ahead, I visit Tesco about 4 times a week... always between 2 and 4am.
In summary, I am a very smartly dressed young man, who buys simple meals and alcohol, comes in 4 times a week, always at ungodly hours.
The night shift staff have now come to recognise me and we exchange pleasantries. One night when I came in, the security guard remarked I was in later than usual, and I explained my occupation and its variable hours.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "THAT explains it!" Word got around quickly, and now everyone asks me how my shift on bar was.
I think I may be a Tesco weirdo...
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I think you're now off their weirdo list!!!!!
To relieve the boredom and possibly make the quieter night shift more interesting, the Tesco's staff probably play games and try to quess people's occupations when they see customers appearing regularly!
So now you're not that handsome male escort, just an ordinary hard working hungry but well dressed male.
Do they ever have reductions on products at that early hour to make your pennies go further?!!!!!
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