Sick and tired...

Mar 18, 2006 22:50

Working at walmart has definately made me bitter towards the human race. I can't lump everyone into these categories, but I can vent my anger towards some of these customers that I can't stand.

Dear walmart customer,

You have ruined any kind of fun I may have had at this job with your attitudes, comments, and lack of respect. I get paid to help you find what you need and keep things in order. This is a fact, but I am not a lesser person than you.

You are not better than me because I work here. I am a 21 year old college student who has to support herself completely. I buy everything on my own. I have had to support myself basically since I was 16-17. When I got a job...I lost my ability to depend soley on my parents and because of this I am stronger and more independent as a person. I also make much more responsible decisions because I don't have that safety net.

Clean up after yourself. What kind of manners did your parents teach you? To walk into a store and leave your garbage and merchandise all over the floor. To destroy or damage something and not own up to it is inexusable. How would you like it if I went to your house and spilled pop all over your floor, threw your couch cushions in it, scratched the paint on the walls and broke your TV and then left. I don't get paid enough to be your babysitter.

I'm SICK of you, customer. When you sit there with your inappropriate looks and creepy grins. When you make me feel as if I am dirty or slutty when I dress in a completely modest matter. I am a person. Don't tear me down with your vulgar comments. No one should have to pretend like they don't know some sleazy bastard is eye-fucking them. Some of you do this with your children or significant other around you. How do you think it makes them feel...what kind of example do you want to set? I should not have to fear my job. You don't have the right to put me through it.

Thank you Walmart for making unreachable goals for your "associates". Thank you for promoting people who can't manage well. Thank you for forcing your employees to lay down and let everyone shit all over them.

There have been more times than I can count where I had to walk to my car at the farthest parking spot at 11:00 at night and been followed by a car full of people. I shouldn't have to be afraid of being mugged, kidnapped, raped or killed, but I am. I don't get paid enough to do this. I live to far away to do this. I waste too much gas to do this. I deal with too much drama to do this.

~ Spangie
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