I work nights filling shelves, granted it’s not quantum physics or brain surgery but it pays the bills (though still a pretty shit job but that’s down to shitty management).
The things customers tell you, I sometimes feel like a barman or sometimes wanting to take a time out afterwards to catch a breath.
Four days ago, a customer needed help finding a certain item, I made light conversation of, what are you doing up this late at night, just finished work or couldn’t sleep?, as we walked to the item. Noticing he had a few alcoholic drinks in his basket I said I’d come with him to the tills approve the alcohol items through the till. As he loaded the items on the till I took two bottles of alcohol to have their security tags removed. I asked if he was having a party. Then it happened. He said, ‘yes we’re holding a small party but it may become a larger party if we get the news we are hoping for. My wife has cancer and were waiting for the news that she’s all clear. We’ve been married 30 years and I don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s my life and I’m really scared. I’ve had sleepless nights about it but if we get the all clear we’re going to have an amazing party’. We exchanged more words back and forth. As he left I felt totally drained emotionally.
Then last night a couple were in my aisle and had a baby with them. The woman saw me smiling and making funny faces at the baby and she asked how old I thought she was. I looked and said, ‘Hmm, I’m going to say, two months’. She said yes, in two days time. Then started telling me all about her pregnancy, breast feeding, the labour. The labour of her son and how the pregnancy was with him. How they were shopping for christmas and were given money from her family to get the kids some presents from them and how it came that they were also shopping for a coat as their son had just that day broken the zip on his coat.
People are just so open to telling me everything and I have no idea why.