Cashback

When you fall asleep,

you are unaware of sleeping until you awake.

During those missing hours a whole other world comes alive.

Welcome to the night shift.

My name is Ben Willis.

And three nights a week, I work the late shift at Sainsbury's.

For me, the supermarket is a trading facility.

Apart from the obvious trade in food and household products,

the supermarket trades in time.

During the hours most normal people are sleeping,

I'm trading my time.

I trade this time for money.

I give them eight hours,

and they give me money.

Cashback.

- Hi Ben. - Oh, hi.

I'm late again.

Jenkins is gonna kill me.

See you later.

Yeah, see you.

- Sharon! - Yes, Mr. Jenkins.

- Late again, Sharon. - I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins.

Second time this week.

I know, Mr. Jenkins. I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

All right. OK...

This eight hour trade gives me the money I need to pay my way through art college,

when most of my first year was devoted to the fundamentals of still life.

Well, don't just stare at it Ben.

Clean it up!

I've always wanted to be a painter.

And like many artists before me the female form has always been

a great source of fascination.

I've always been in awe of the power they unknowingly possess.

Now are you going to clean them up or not?

This is Sharon Pintey.

Sharon knows that there's an art to dealing with an eight-hour shift.

An art to putting your mind somewhere else so that it becomes unaware of the trade off.

All the people that work here perfect their own individual art.

Sharon knows rule number one.

The clock is the enemy. The basic rule is this:

The more you look at the clock, the slower the times goes.

It will uncover the hiding place of your mind and torture it with every second.

This is the basic art in dealing with the trade of your time.

Any cashback?

This is Barry Brickman.

You see Barry thinks of himself as a bit of a daredevil stuntman.

For a start, Barry is quite well known.

When one of Barry's bike tricks went wrong,

the cameraman put it on the internet.

Barry has stuck to his scooter ever since.

Matt Stephens is also a keen scooterer.

What was the other thing?

What was the other thing?

Sausage.

Oh yeah.

- Now Barry and Matt are good friends. - There you go.

Between them, they have come up with a very different way of dealing with the trade of their time.

- Barry. - What?

Look.

There's an art of finding anything to do that isn't work.

That was their final warning for pursuing something to do other than their job.

A few weeks earlier, Barry and Matt had been reported for what they called

"helping the ladies".

It was these shampoo bottles that sent them on their quest.

Barry and Matt knew what they look like...

and they knew that the women in the supermarket knew what they looked like.

Their theory was that even though it was a sex toy masquerading as a bottle of shampoo,

women would like to try it as a sex toy but were embarrassed to buy it,

because they knew what it looked like.

The decision to buy it would be an easier one if they were already at the checkout.