"Where do you work?"

Oh that dreaded question again. I fight back a little embarasment as I tell her the name of the supermarket which employs me.

Bang. There it is, the spark of what we just had being crushed by my oh so shitty job.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Customer Assistant Lifer, I have an honnors degree in Biology and I have aspirations way beyond my current position. What I have learned though, is that your asperations don't really matter. So much in life is not what you know, or even how good you are. Its the connections you have, and the opportunities that come your way.

Unfortunatly in my home town, opportunities are few and far between.

This isn't some sort of sob story though, in fact - its pretty much the exact opposite. As genres go, it's a little comedy, mixed with a little horror. This is my diary, passing on the things I have seen in my time at this major supermarket. I have no evidene other than my pay-slips and my words on here. I can't afford secret camers or descreet audio, yet I think people should know about what I have seen. It hasn't exactly been pretty.

So, here goes: this is the start of my story.