Mike writes of this happy clapping:
I wrote in reply:
I’ve a mixed feeling about it. No to the happy clapping on demand to virtue signal, of course, but I also saw one particular Spanish lady work so hard the entire time I was left on a trolley in the main receiving area in 2017, about ten hours I recall.
She never stopped and came over whenever she could. She was on duty the entire time. I was all for the appreciation bit until BJ came out of N10 clapping and urging everyone else.
Which brings me to the last shopping mission. There were two quite distinct types – those in uniform with grim faces, determined to make everyone suffer by bossing us about, then the type of lesser immortal in the aisles stacking shelves and they were nice to deal with.
I asked where tomato puree was, she told me an aisle, I said I’d find it.
I couldn’t, gave it away and headed for the frozen aisle. A lady came up, holding a tube of the paste in one hand, a tetra pack in another. She explained that she’d heard the conversation and had seen I’d walked right by it. This was a member of the public, not an employee.
I was gobsmacked, momentarily lost for words, then blurted out what I could by way of appreciation, taking the tube.
It was a nice experience that day with anyone just Joe Public, a rotten experience with anyone High Officiousness who’d let power go to her head.