When I got a saturday job (many years ago) in a shop it was obvious I would spend most of my time putting the products on the shelf (in my case a pet shop: so putting food on shelves etc). Today the new saturday girl has come up with every excuse why she can't do the shelving or folding: her fingers hurt after an hour, she had to sit down last week because she'd been to the osteopath before she came in. Unfortunately we need a passport to work where I work otherwise the ancient staff, over 40, who stand and shelve for 7 hours EVERY DAY, would be clamerouring for willing EU worker. What planet are our 16 years on?