I was a Walmart “associate” during college (Walmart calls you an “associate” because I think it’s illegal to treat actual employees as poorly as they do). I worked evenings during the week (Tuesday and Wednesday off) and days on the weekend. So I would work until 11 on Friday nights, and have to be back into work at 6am Saturday morning.
It never, ever failed that the store manager would be there on Friday night and force everyone to do that damn cheer. There were maybe 2 “associates” that liked doing the cheer. Everybody else hated them, and hated the cheer. I hated having to redo the cheer because someone wasn’t enthusiastic enough, or loud enough, or didn’t dip low enough when they shook their butt. I just worked 7 hours after a day of classes, I have to be back here in 7 more hours, let me go home and take a nap please. No, do it again, Mike wasn’t smiling and laughing.
I detested that job. My first job at 16 was picking up roadkill and cutting grass around guard-rails on the highway. I was treated better at that job than I ever was at Walmart. To this day, 30 years later, I won’t go into a Walmart. I would rather drive 40 minutes to the next town than shop at the Walmart in town.
I was a Walmart “associate” during college (Walmart calls you an “associate” because I think it’s illegal to treat actual employees as poorly as they do). I worked evenings during the week (Tuesday and Wednesday off) and days on the weekend. So I would work until 11 on Friday nights, and have to be back into work at 6am Saturday morning.
It never, ever failed that the store manager would be there on Friday night and force everyone to do that damn cheer. There were maybe 2 “associates” that liked doing the cheer. Everybody else hated them, and hated the cheer. I hated having to redo the cheer because someone wasn’t enthusiastic enough, or loud enough, or didn’t dip low enough when they shook their butt. I just worked 7 hours after a day of classes, I have to be back here in 7 more hours, let me go home and take a nap please. No, do it again, Mike wasn’t smiling and laughing.
I detested that job. My first job at 16 was picking up roadkill and cutting grass around guard-rails on the highway. I was treated better at that job than I ever was at Walmart. To this day, 30 years later, I won’t go into a Walmart. I would rather drive 40 minutes to the next town than shop at the Walmart in town.