I happen to be chronically ill, since i was about 17. Last time i visited my specialist, and i complained about being SO tired all the time and that it depressed me, he told me, i should view my disease and myself differently. He said: "Having Crohns disease, is like being an athlete, it's top sport for the body to deal with it, it's natural for you to be so tired,...it's the... Read More »
Forget it, Bob; it's Wal-Mart.
I once worked 3rd shift in-stock at Wal-Mart. If it wasn't the late nights' spent trying to re-stock crap that couldn't go up the night before, it was having to deal with noisy kids. At two AM. On a Wednesday. At the start of our shift each night, we were treated to a small pep speech led by one of five in-stock managers; rather then learn their names, I called them all "Bob". Bob never liked me interrupting with "Give me a ten dollar raise and I'll do my job in a tutu." Strangely Bob never understood the concept of team work. Like, when I asked for help when stocking two departments by myself that often encounter the insomniac customer purchasing a hunting licenses, he'd say no, but then request all in-stock personnel to the parking lot for a fun game of "Shopping Cart Rodio". Once while doing a job that wasn't my own upon request of Bob, Bob had a minor fit of amnesia and yelled at me to get back to my own job, I expressed my concern of the fact that it wasn't five minutes ago Bob had asked that I momentarily switch job description, but Bob had none of it. I suggested that Bob communicate with Bob more often, then perhaps Bob might be a better manager. I didn't work there very long much after, I gave my weeks notice, because they weren't worth two, and spent my last few days dancing to techno in the auto department, blowing off customers and not stocking un-stock-able merchandise for the sake of doing the robot. And in my sporadic un-talented jerks of mechanical movement, I realized something: It's not the work that sucks, it's that it's at Wal-mart.
Several years ago I worked with a overnight delivery company. It wasn't unusual to run into all sorts of dogs when you made a delivery (including nasty ones.) One day, I walked up to a lady's house where the front door was open. As soon as I rang the bell, I heard the jingle of dog tags & realized I was too far away from the vehicle to get back there in time, so I braced myself.... Read More » of the door run 4 GREAT DANES, who start to circle me & are growling. The lady comes out, signs for the package, & walks back in the house, leaving her pack circling me, snapping at me & growling. I yell out "Ma'am, would you please come get your dogs", to which she replies "Oh, they won't hurt you." It was about this time they got more aggressive & nipped at my legs. Finally after yelling at her that her dogs were starting to bite me, she comes out, tells to dogs to go inside, looks at me & says "Oh you poor frightened boy...you're just not a dog person are you?" Needless to say, anytime someones front door was open after that, I just honked the horn.
I work at Wal-Mart as a Wireless Sales Associate (basically electronics), and we have this one reoccurring older African-American customer who comes in with the assumption that we are some type of IT or Geek Squad. Well anyways, he comes in about a week ago, and brings his laptop. The laptop that he has is a Compact with Windows XP (a bit outdated I must say). Anyways, he pulls... Read More » it out, and opens up some program that is similar to PowerPoint (I guess, the XP version?) and tells me that some guy is stealing his credit and plagiarizing the trademark "Civil Rights", which baffled my mind. He wanted me to save a copy of his document, that he opened up on his mind you, so he can sue him for copyright infringement. I just looked at him confused, and literally had to listen to him rant for half an hour (before dumping him onto another associate for another hour) about how he stole his thunder and how computers are confusing. The next day, he calls the store, and begins asking me as to why his keys aren't working, I just let out a sigh and told him to call Compact (basically dumping him onto them). Moral of the story, please learn how to use a computer and don't bring it to a retail store and expect them to fix it.
I work private security, we have lately been having a lot of issues with access control and breaches (people not allowed to be there, being there.) so we have one officer who is in charge of training all of the officers in proper breach control. During his breach test, he failed and got a slap on the wrist. During mine, I passed but I missed a minor detail and got written up and... Read More » was told I was a step from being fired... the fuck?
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