Lucas Has Worked His Way Up From...

Why do I have to stock shelf after endless shelf on a daily basis? I am sick of the sight of oranges, carrots, melons, in fact all manner of fruit and veg. The citrus smell gets up my nostrils and my hands are chapped and roughened by the constant handling of plastic crates and their contents.
I long for the day when I get promotion to dairy produce, so much more lightly packaged and easier to display on the shelves, always making sure the oldest date stamp is at the front but then you get the clever devils who know the ploy and take from the back, where the newest dated carton sits.
If I really Impress Mr Jenkins, the store Manager, he may allow me to elevate to the creme de la creme of Booths Supermarket. He will proudly tell the staff members, at the daily objective briefing, that Lucas has worked his way up from the bottom rung, to the top of the ladder. This ultimate accolade of employment is the wine store, located just inside the main entrance. The trouble with that promotion is that I may have to divulge my best kept secret, that only a few people hear on a weekly basis, at the community centre in the next town..
"Hello everyone, I am Lucas and I am an alcoholic"