I had to go to Walmart for something, and I learned that Walmart is just about the saddest place in America. I was looking for knee pads for volleyball, and no one seemed to know a damn thing about them. They would stop other staff members and ask them, and each person knew nothing. Then they called over the intercom for someone for sporting goods to come over, and no one came. The more I think about it, all the people working there seemed to be just wandering sadly and aimlessly. I didn't take it personally that no one gave a shit. They just seem to have really crummy jobs.
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| "Anything I can help you with, or shall I flag someone else down who doesn't know anything about this dump?" |
Anyway, while I was there I picked up a pair of pants to wear to work. I left the newly purchased pants folded up as is and put them into my gym bag to wear the next day. After the next morning's workout, I'm walking to my car and hear, "Hey, boss. You get some new pants?" I said, "I have tags on my pants don't I?" To which he said with a chuckle, "All over, dude."
First off, he was very much a gym bro-type-guy, a little condescending, and I don't like being called boss by people who aren't my employees.
* However, it was nice of him to let me know so that I didn't walk into work with size 34 x 34 all up and down the back of my pants. That's why I didn't notice the tags when I put them on - they were all on the back. That's no excuse. It was pretty stupid on my part. Sometimes I think I might be dumb enough to work at Walmart.
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wI don't have any employees.
