Without anything more specific than ‘promote the Sun on Sunday’ as a job description I headed into Asda to start work. I asked a man in Asda uniform where the staff entrance was located. ‘We don’t have staff; we have ‘Colleagues’. And the Colleague entrance is round the back’. Fine.
Hanging out by the newspapers in office attire for six hours makes a person look entirely conspicuous it turns out.
The Asda shoppers were so confused by my presence. Nobody understood what I was trying to do. I resorted to acting as a newspaper concierge… a personal shopper for old people’s newspaper requests, just passing them whatever they asked for… In my blazer jacket and heels, making an occasion of it like we were all on a gameshow.
Some people assumed I was a criminal and a bad person because I must be a personal friend of Rupert Murdoch. Fine. I told them I’d pass on their concerns about his behaviour.
This was the launch week, the very first time The Sun was published on a Sunday. Returning to do the same shift the following week was even more confusing and pointless for everybody.
Average Brunette 