Lidl’s new RDC (Regional Distribution Centre) is a massive grey box with an extensive car park. I expect it to be packed but when my little VW Fox crawls in hesistantly, it looks like a concrete wasteland. Perhaps they work shifts? Perhaps they take a workers bus – I know from Trans Plant days that there is one? I’m strangely excited – it’s shiny and new (Madonna reference as well as the Specials) and gives me that cathedral sense of wonder as I enter the main lobby and crane my neck to see where the weird coloured wires sculpture leads.
I’m lead to a very clean, very new looking, unchipped desk with a fantastic view which seems to be right on the Exeter airport flight path. We get a very nice sunset later in the day and the over keen electronic shutters go up just in time for me to enjoy it. The job is drearily same-y standard temp fare of entering survey record cards of some new store somewhere at a location I probably shouldn’t reveal. Lots of it. I batter away, keenly – we get another two days wages out of this so I want to impress! It’s certainly a marathon not a sprint.
People put very odd things on surveys! It’s the entertainment for the day. Everyone likes a nice spacious car park it seems. These are the “yes” surveys, I hope that I get the rude comments to type up tomorrow.
The strangest most ghost towny bit is this place is huge – filled with glass cubicles, and break out areas with not so comfy looking seating – and the offices just look under occupied. I know there’s an army of minions in the warehouse – I typed up the training records in Trans Plant, but the office occupants look to be in transit from somewhere else. I have lunch in a spacious and very chilly kitchen all alone and it’s a little bit like the prisoner set. Going out the door in the evening I get a glance at the high spec beautifully clean warehouse and spy a Jungheinrich reach truck – nice to finally see one after all the previous work conversations at Trans Plant. It’s big and yellow and charging up for the next shift. I feel slight nostalgia for that cold little office which doesn’t last too long.
If I hadn’t been temping, I would never have seen this place. Treasures of darkness comes to mind.