A Bag Full Of Chocolate

I can't remember if I've mentioned this before, but a few months back, we had some sort of competition at BP. A competition between all the stores in the district, (I believe this covers about 70 miles, from North London up to Coventry-ish), when a new Twix bar was introduced. Twix Fino. It all seems a bit childish, but the incentive for the winner was quite a big one, especially with Christmas only just round the corner, scarily!

The store that managed to sell the most in a month, would win £100 worth of vouchers. Vouchers for what exactly remained, "a mystery". Our store manager went beserk, watching over our shoulder at every given opportunity to make sure we were ramming these new chocolate bars down people's throats. He even said he sold a few to customers who weren't looking, although that seems like absolute ... bull. Anyway. It was big. In the first week, we sold so many that we were actually first in the whole country and by the final week we were 4th in the country, apparently, "not good enough" for our perfectionist manager of the time. Still, by the end of the month, we had scraped victory in our district and we were all excited at the prospect of £100.

Mother Mitten said I could pay a month's car insurance instalment with these vouchers, which means more money for this month to.... erm... spend wisely. However, these vouchers just never materialised. For weeks, our managers kept badgering the district people about it and they never heard a whisper back, until today.

When I turned up to work tonight, in a fairly desparaging mood seeing as it's the beginning of my working week, (just this week Mitten...), I walked into the office to find a whole bundle of plastic bags full to the brim with chocolate, each with a little nametag on. I asked, "What the hell are they?" and the duty manager, The Goddess Of All Evil, replied with, "That's our £100."

You have got to be kidding me...

I am a self-confessed chocoholic. I eat way too much of the stuff and only God knows why I am not the size of Hagrid by eating so much, but there was literally £100 worth of chocolate in that bag. For each of us. Absolute insanity. One of the other duty managers, Cool Will, had bought loads of the bars on his shifts when the incentive was up and running, just so he could get his hands on £100, not a shed load of chocolate. Wow. Even I, the Choc Monster, do not know what to do with it all.

Well... eat it I suppose, but the amount there is just staggering. And what's more, Mother Mitten said I couldn't pay her in chocolate... bad times!

Still, at least we got SOMETHING for our troubles and even if I am only 1 shift out of 5 down at the petrol station for the week, I'll have plenty of fuel to keep going on!

.... Sorry....

It is laughable, and seeing as I'm in a funny mood, I'll let you know that I am actually very excited about next week's trek to see Beddoe in MancLand. It's been a long time since I can let my very short hair down, and I am in much need to get wasted, (or Mittoed, as its now known!) I am however, unable to attend the crimbo party on the 18th Dec, due to unforeseen circumstances. Never mind...

Ha! I've just looked through this huge bag again, and found a few Twix Fino's in there. After we sold over 1,500 bars, they just had to take the piss some more didn't they!

Cheerio x


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