My first job was working at a Walmart in the electronics department as a salesman, basically. You'd be surprised by how many customers can't find the charging cables for their phones.
Still, some stuff happened behind the scenes that I theorize might have led to what I did for the past four years at the place in CAP2, or as I like to call it, "unloading a truck, stocking shelves, and being handed the fucking dirty work to do if no one else was there to do it."
For example, one time, I had to clean up a spill and mess of glass shards from a container hitting the floor by myself because the maintenance team (translation: janitors) was all on some sort of break. And when there was no one to grab the carts? We got stuck with it.
The only reason I could endure working there as long as I did was because for the first year and a half to two years all I was doing 97% of the time was stocking shelves. Then, changes in management occur, everyone has to unload the truck, they hire a lady who acts like a fucking grade school teacher in how upset and panicky she was that it was like you're walking on eggshells, and while eventually she got replaced, the next two co-supervisors couldn't do their jobs for jack all, and when COVID hit and I still being in debt at the time, I decided to get off the train that was clearly going off the rails if the lack of the post-high-school employees stocking the shelves in that department the last time I went into my Walmart is any indication.
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You never had to work with this chef from Hell, did you?
Still, some stuff happened behind the scenes that I theorize might have led to what I did for the past four years at the place in CAP2, or as I like to call it, "unloading a truck, stocking shelves, and being handed the fucking dirty work to do if no one else was there to do it."
For example, one time, I had to clean up a spill and mess of glass shards from a container hitting the floor by myself because the maintenance team (translation: janitors) was all on some sort of break. And when there was no one to grab the carts? We got stuck with it.
The only reason I could endure working there as long as I did was because for the first year and a half to two years all I was doing 97% of the time was stocking shelves. Then, changes in management occur, everyone has to unload the truck, they hire a lady who acts like a fucking grade school teacher in how upset and panicky she was that it was like you're walking on eggshells, and while eventually she got replaced, the next two co-supervisors couldn't do their jobs for jack all, and when COVID hit and I still being in debt at the time, I decided to get off the train that was clearly going off the rails if the lack of the post-high-school employees stocking the shelves in that department the last time I went into my Walmart is any indication.
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Cook.
You never had to work with this chef from Hell, did you?