Rows upon rows of baskets filled with detritus waiting to be restocked on the shelves and therefore reintroduced to the masses. I counted 13 of them this morning.
Can you imagine that being your job? Every day you walk in with the burning question: "How much crap will be waiting for me today?" I'm sure it's never ending feedback loop, working in a big box store and having to reshelve* merchandise day in and day out. How repetitive that must feel after a while.
Of course, every time I go to work, someone is suicidal...
*Reshelf? What does the Eat, Shoot, Leaves lady say about this one?