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| English Slacker chapter five | |
| By chrismorton | ||||
| 17 May 2008 | ||||
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A bit later on I was starting to seriously consider going home, saying I was sick or something when Neale spotted me from the other end of the aisle, started laughing and then walked off, probably to tell someone about the state I was in. And it was then that I thought that it might be more fun to stay at work. Like, I remember thinking that if I could just find a place to simply get on with something and make it through the day then I could tell everyone about it later and it’d be funny. I’d been hiding behind a stack of chicken sauce at the time ‘cause I’d seen Hitler coming and had been trying to make up my mind whether to avoid him or walk up to him and say that I was sick. My new plan was that I just had to find a safe place quick where no one could bother me so I headed back to the warehouse armed with the excuse that a customer had asked me for some skimmed milk which I knew we never had at that time of day. Hitler caught me just as I was walking past the deli; I guess he’d been watching me the whole time. He asked who else was on my department, a question I should’ve seen coming, and I went and said, “Bradby and Neale,” without thinking. He studied me for a moment, which made me feel pretty nervous and for a minute I thought he knew that I was stoned ‘cause maybe someone had said something to him about me or something but finally all he came out with was, “I’d like you to help on provisions,” which I suppose was what he was always gonna say considering I’d admitted there were two other people on produce. So I ended up putting yoghurts out for most of the afternoon, which wasn’t so bad. I mean, I thought it best to get on with my work and avoid any managers until my head cleared up and that. My stomach was feeling pretty weird as well and I needed something to take my mind off any potential throwing up incidents. So I passed the time away by singing the whole Nictane album in my head, like properly from start to finish. And by the time supper break came round I was back to feeling okay. When I got to the canteen there were only cheese sandwiches left in the vending machine but I got a Fry’s Turkish-delight to go with them and a coffee. Bradby was in there looking at a piece of paper that The Terminator had given him so I sat on the same table. He asked me what I was doing that night and if I was going out in Bracksea to which I said that I’d probably head down The Bowman and he said, “Cool,” and that he might be down there. And I remember that I then told him I was feeling a bit better and he said that I, “Shouldn’t worry about it,” and that he’d been a bit stressed with all the, “Shit they’ve been putting on me this month." In the smoking room I talked to Sereme for a bit. She came in with her long legs and big eyes, moaning about the work and looking at me with that expression she always gave me, like an, “Oh I so want you Chambers, when are you gonna make the first move?” sort of thing but I knew not to read too much into it. We talked for a bit about college and after that I told her about my afternoon, pretending to be really enthusiastic about my Turkish-delight which made her laugh. So pretty soon it was seven o’clock and I was by myself having been given the task of finishing yoghurts and fats before I went home. It took me ages to dress it all. I tried singing but it didn’t really work as well this time ‘cause I’d started thinking about Colin again and what he’d said to me the last time I’d seen him, and you know how hard it is to stop thinking about something you don’t wanna think about once you’ve started. It’s like trying to get a song out of your head when you’ve been stuck with it all day going round and round, again and again until you’re ready to kill yourself.
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