End of shift madness

You know it's time to go home when you make more mess than the devastation you're trying to clear up. These oats were nothing - you should have been there moments later when a family-size bag of white chocolate buttons decided to empty itself all over the floor (before my very eyes).

Next, there was a crash downstairs which turned out to be David (who rarely drops things, except during end of shift madness) dropping a pile of boxes.

That's what happens when you've been up for too long and the sum total of breakfast/lunch/dinner has been a club sandwich and a small lamington.

That's Saturdays for you. It's not surprising that we have to go for a beer after to get over it.

Johnny C ended the shift by wearing the croissants (which he was about to eat, not sell) on his head.