Most days at jobs like Walmart or any job that's meant for peasants without the ticket to economic privilege called a Bachelor's Degree in Something That's Marketable can be very day-in, day-out, with very little variance in between said days. That being said, this particular day is about how a curve ball was thrown at my job at Walmart that, were it not for the offended party's more forgiving nature, I would most likely have been fired.
With hindsight, I am glad that he did. What, you think I would be where I'm at today without the 3 years of Walmart after this?
Besides, its no worth regretting the past, this past year has taught me.
This happened in the Winter of the first year I started at Walmart, and at least a few months after the previous episode's mess. It was cold, snowing, and New Year's was upon everyone. I may be an atheist, but I love Christmas. It's one of the jolliest, most uplifting, and hopeful times of the year for me! But unfortunately, this experience after the presents of 2016 were open wasn't so jolly, uplifting, or hopeful.
You see, usually, they'll have a few guys or gals at Walmart grabbing the carts that people hopefully put away in the cart lanes throughout the parking lot, as well as the many carts people just carelessly leave out for unattentive drivers to ruin their cars. The catch? They aren't always out there when they're needed, and when they aren't, guess who's called out to grab them? Santa Claus? The Grinch? Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series & Knuckles' Chaotix? If only!
Us trailer unloaders and shelf stockers would have to do the cart grabbing in these circumstances. Usually, the ones out on the floor first, with maybe the unlucky few unloading the truck or transporting pallets to the sales floor to help move things along next if there's not enough people stocking the shelves when things are going slow.
So, we go and grab our coats, gloves, beanies, scarves, earmuffs, etc. and walk throughout the store, and make our way out to a treat those in the South may not have had experience with; Winter of the North Half of the United States Star Spangled Banner. It's cold, its dark, and if you're unprepared, you might develop frostbite.
Now, if you haven't shopped for a bunch of food items at this point like I have nowadays, you probably haven't had much of a reason to use cart. These things are not easy to push in a straight line, especially when you consider the fact that its windy, some of the parking lot is slippery, and you have cars pulling in and out of parking spots, driving around the lot to find a parking spot, and to add the cherry on top, you discover, while coping with all of this, that you can really only push three carts at a time, while the wind and is pushing these carts this way and that way if you aren't keeping the carts in your hands at all times.
Yep, that sounds about right, and I was desperately trying to avoid it; having one of these carts hit a car, be it parked, moving, or whatever...
...naturally, I eventually was juggling a bunch of carts in this weather, and one of them slid onto the side of a car.
My heart, freezing in fear as it pounded at near panic levels of nervous while trying to keep my body warm. Sweat, even in not-so-cold-Greenland (no, seriously, have you seen the fucking wind chill up there!?). A guy, getting out of his car. "I'm fucked. I'm so fucking fired...OMG, I just want to quit so badly, I want out of here, oh fuck, oh God." It was at this moment, that I knew, he was going to say, "WTF is your problem!? You fucking-"
"Do you need help, sir?"
NANI!? I thought I was gonna have a gun or knife drawn at me, or at least a verbal THUG LIFE EPIC TAKEDOWN on the levels of Ben Shapiro or Jordan Peterson, but this gentleman was offering to help!? I...I was left absolutely flabbergasted. Do I accept this customer's help, and risk making me look like an incompetent buffoon to management, or try to wing it in hopes of trying to save face?
I, at first, tried to do the latter, while still going through the shock described in the above three lines above "Do you need help, sir?", and he insisted on helping me out. I, just wanting to get out of this mess without a manager finding out, decided to swallow my pride and thanked this kind stranger for his assistance.
My co-workers in my department made fun of me for it, and the supervisor at the time said he'd ask the store management if they heard anything about it. Thankfully, they never heard anything about what went down, and I got out of it with no complaints or anything of the like. I was left mentally and emotionally shaking for the rest of the night, and never had such a critical, yet nerve-wracking moment in my time at Walmart since.
And that's about it for my first year at Walmart in 2016. To tell you the truth, the main reason I was anxious this year was the performance anxiety and the fear of fucking up my first job opportunity, and having it be Walmart of all places. Thankfully, my performance getting better and more consistent at my job towards the end of this year would be just the beginning!
With hindsight, I am glad that he did. What, you think I would be where I'm at today without the 3 years of Walmart after this?
Besides, its no worth regretting the past, this past year has taught me.This happened in the Winter of the first year I started at Walmart, and at least a few months after the previous episode's mess. It was cold, snowing, and New Year's was upon everyone. I may be an atheist, but I love Christmas. It's one of the jolliest, most uplifting, and hopeful times of the year for me! But unfortunately, this experience after the presents of 2016 were open wasn't so jolly, uplifting, or hopeful.
You see, usually, they'll have a few guys or gals at Walmart grabbing the carts that people hopefully put away in the cart lanes throughout the parking lot, as well as the many carts people just carelessly leave out for unattentive drivers to ruin their cars. The catch? They aren't always out there when they're needed, and when they aren't, guess who's called out to grab them? Santa Claus? The Grinch? Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series & Knuckles' Chaotix? If only!
Us trailer unloaders and shelf stockers would have to do the cart grabbing in these circumstances. Usually, the ones out on the floor first, with maybe the unlucky few unloading the truck or transporting pallets to the sales floor to help move things along next if there's not enough people stocking the shelves when things are going slow.
So, we go and grab our coats, gloves, beanies, scarves, earmuffs, etc. and walk throughout the store, and make our way out to a treat those in the South may not have had experience with; Winter of the North Half of the United States Star Spangled Banner. It's cold, its dark, and if you're unprepared, you might develop frostbite.
Now, if you haven't shopped for a bunch of food items at this point like I have nowadays, you probably haven't had much of a reason to use cart. These things are not easy to push in a straight line, especially when you consider the fact that its windy, some of the parking lot is slippery, and you have cars pulling in and out of parking spots, driving around the lot to find a parking spot, and to add the cherry on top, you discover, while coping with all of this, that you can really only push three carts at a time, while the wind and is pushing these carts this way and that way if you aren't keeping the carts in your hands at all times.
Yep, that sounds about right, and I was desperately trying to avoid it; having one of these carts hit a car, be it parked, moving, or whatever...
...naturally, I eventually was juggling a bunch of carts in this weather, and one of them slid onto the side of a car.
My heart, freezing in fear as it pounded at near panic levels of nervous while trying to keep my body warm. Sweat, even in not-so-cold-Greenland (no, seriously, have you seen the fucking wind chill up there!?). A guy, getting out of his car. "I'm fucked. I'm so fucking fired...OMG, I just want to quit so badly, I want out of here, oh fuck, oh God." It was at this moment, that I knew, he was going to say, "WTF is your problem!? You fucking-"
"Do you need help, sir?"
NANI!? I thought I was gonna have a gun or knife drawn at me, or at least a verbal THUG LIFE EPIC TAKEDOWN on the levels of Ben Shapiro or Jordan Peterson, but this gentleman was offering to help!? I...I was left absolutely flabbergasted. Do I accept this customer's help, and risk making me look like an incompetent buffoon to management, or try to wing it in hopes of trying to save face?
I, at first, tried to do the latter, while still going through the shock described in the above three lines above "Do you need help, sir?", and he insisted on helping me out. I, just wanting to get out of this mess without a manager finding out, decided to swallow my pride and thanked this kind stranger for his assistance.
My co-workers in my department made fun of me for it, and the supervisor at the time said he'd ask the store management if they heard anything about it. Thankfully, they never heard anything about what went down, and I got out of it with no complaints or anything of the like. I was left mentally and emotionally shaking for the rest of the night, and never had such a critical, yet nerve-wracking moment in my time at Walmart since.
And that's about it for my first year at Walmart in 2016. To tell you the truth, the main reason I was anxious this year was the performance anxiety and the fear of fucking up my first job opportunity, and having it be Walmart of all places. Thankfully, my performance getting better and more consistent at my job towards the end of this year would be just the beginning!
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