Friday, June 25, 1982
Continuous rain, inactivity and staleness.
Lee called round at one or so and at four off we set for Tesco, the big bore. I card-boarded all evening, convinced that management had it in for me as I could see other, newer part-timers graced with pricing, doing loose stock, etc., etc., while I was left alone to my mindless and infuriating task. I felt really low and angry. Lee was doing the trolleys and got absolutely drenched. At least I got my £11.
Watching the news leaves me feeling that everything stinks: the politics, the arguments, the hoary old moralities, and I feel like fighting it all from some ridiculous quasi-spiritual and impractically purist position.
More late night aggro’ with Dad.