I think I might start to love working on Sundays. There was almost no stock left, and my job was largely reduced to walking around keeping everything tidy and trying to hide empty shelves.
It was quite enjoyable, seeing a bunch of empty or almost empty shelves of fast selling stock like chicken breast, and knowing there was nothing I could do about it.
I was so impressed with myself I spent the last half hour of my shift dozing off in the lunch room.
Unfortunately karma seems to have caught up with me, and I'm starting at 7am on Wednesday