I'm working for one night only in the supermarket where I used to work. After speaking to my old manager Tommy I learn that my role is to price up and display a rack of very unfashionable jackets. Over the course of the night it dawns on me that I'm taking forever trying to carry out this simple task. My manager approaches me many times throughout the night asking me how far I am with the job. I consistently lie to him about my progress to make myself look better.