Corona nights: notes from the plague.

So I went back to work after a week off.

The head offices of most of the major supermarkets must be loving this. They would be rubbing their sanitised hands together with glee if only they could get the supply chain untangled – the current state of globalist affairs would then be like Christmas with bells on.

Just after 10pm, amidst the laminated A4 notices that remind hoarders not to be rude, abusive and violent, and in front of the signs attached to empty shelves -informing the hoarders that 2 or 3 of any given product is the limit – the staff got on with their replenishing duties.

It was very unusual to see the long rows of shelves devoid of items. The stock levels of most items were extremely low, and often non-existent.

Behind the scenes, despite all the handwashing tips and the mental health helpline numbers.. the main message was clear ‘fill up the store, continue to serve our customers’.

Barely a tin of beans or tuna. The Italian-made dry pasta was entirely absent apart from a few cases of kids’ animal shapes.

I proceeded to replenish about a quarter of the rice section, mainly boil-in-bag and pre-cooked microwaveable varieties. The selection of oriental and Indian sauces were filled to about a third of full capacity. There was a lot of stock to put onto the giant shelving. After seven and a half hours of listening to Bob Dylan albums and five chapters of an audiobook version of Micah Clarke.. my latest graveyard shift came to an end.

Despite putting out all the stock at my diposal , long rows of shelves were still empty, but seemingly full enough to justify the opening the store at 6 in the morning, to let in the long queues of impatient hoarders, so they could remove all the essentials from the shelves before 10am. (10am being the begininning of the hour supposedly reserved for the old and the vulnerable.)

The selfish greedy hoarders care only about having their cupboards, fridges freezers and cellars full of non-essential items , especially alcohol and mutant chickens.

I am sure much time could be spent tidying up (and expanding upon also) what I have written into something that someone might enjoy reading. But these rough notes will lie dead here as they are , like the country that I love dearly, and sometimes wish I could hate.

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  1. It’s deplorable to read about what hoarders are doing to their neighbors. We haven’t been to the grocery store in our small town for about a week, now, so I’m not sure how things are holding up. But, I do know that they’ve made the first hour of every working day dedicated to seniors and those who have difficulty getting around. This way, at least they get first access to shelves that may have been restocked by the night-shift.

    Keep those reports coming! They do mean something to a few of us. Stay safe.

    1. Thank you

      I am of two minds, three minds, I’m losing count of the amount of minds I am of, when it comes to all of this. I’m one of the lucky ones. The stores are now closed at night, so only have to deal with the rush for an hour in the morning. A big problem assuming the stock problems can be addressed is going to be putting the stuff on the shelves. There simply is not enough staff even at the best of times, especially during the day. Some temp staff are being hired, but a lot of them give up and leave before the end of their first shift. It’s hard work, especially when the shelves are mostly empty. Ha. I dread to imagine what the day staff are going through! I wish the flipping politicians and media would go on silent lockdown for a couple of weeks! I think we can work a lot of this out together with common sense, without all the panic-mongering from all sides. I am back in tonight, next night off on Friday. I’ll post anything I think worth reporting, but don’t be surprised if my posts are me waffling about the albums and books I’m soaking in during the monotonous shelf filling duties.