In the beginning...

This blog has remained hidden for so long. But now it's found. Start from Day #1 last September if you'd like. Or just peruse. Please, forgive the spelling. I haven't edited any of these posts from what I originally typed.

Also, somewhere along the way, I stopped using aliases. I should fix that, too.

Additionally, all my posts from March have mysteriously disappeared. Most of February, too. If you see them around, give me a call.

Last Day (270 if you're still counting)

Today was my last night at Wal-Mart. I really didn't say goodbye to too many people. I told Rebecca I would see her sometime soon. Everyone else I basically just bye to like any ohter night. I didn't want to make a big deal of it at all. That's the way I usually am with these sorts of things.

I feel little but sad, because I will miss these people, if not this job. Maybe I dont have a crush on CSm Tiffany or Katie in electronics anymore, and maybe I never really did. And maybe I will miss Rebecca having her baby. And maybe I will miss Dean have trouble hearing customers. And maybe I will miss Dan trying to be funny and failing. And maybe I will miss Veronica's mischievious smile. And maybe I will miss Brian making fun of literally everyone. And maybe I will miss Margie and her kind words. And maybe I will miss never getting to know Anna better. But it's time to move on.

I'm not sure I accomplished what I set out to do when I started this blog. And I'm not sure I really even care anymore. All I know is that I made some new friends, and wouldn't trade that for the world. Yeah, Wal-Mart is a botch to work for. But these people I work with need jobs and incomes and discounts so that they can support families and pay rent and buy "designer" clothes.

So next time you have a problem with Wal-Mart, don't take it out on the people with the blue, green or red vests. Just ask for a member of management and tear their head off. Or better yet, write a letter to Lee Scott and tell him how dissapointed you are wth they way his compnay treats the heart and soul of its labor force -- those schulbs, like me, who wear those God-awful vests five times a week, for $7.15 an hour, who do their best not to cry every time they clock in.

Or something like that.

We mess things up all the time. It's like our motto or something.

Apparently Danny in Lanw & Garden gave a customer the wrong weed killer for her garden and she killed $400 worth of plants she bought in two days. Danny's new, and often works lat inthe evening with no one else to help him out, so it's really not his fault. I prefer to blame the lady, because she shopped at Wal-Mart for all her gardening needs.

Sucker.

Miss Veronica

I didn't tell many people about giving my two weeks notice. Only a few like Rebecca and Margie and a few others. I mentioned it to Veronica tonight and she was kind of sad and maybe a little bit angry at the same time. She's funny, and I really will miss her.

Almost there now.

Old people tell jokes that aren't allowed in America anymore. Cherish them or hate them, they remind us of things we have long thought forgotten.

Tonight one of the Greeters used the N-word in a jokey kind of way. I won't say who, only this:

Isn't gossip great?

Acting!

On Saturdays, I see more old scowling ladies than you can shake a stick at.

[And I hear you're a pretty good stick shaker.]

So I smile and pretend they smile back. It's about the only way to get through the day without throttling one of them.

Why am I so violent these days?

Fish sticks anyone?

People buy too much pre-packaged, frozen food. Cooking doens't take as much time as most people think. Some day, I might refuse someone their Swanson dinner and get fired.

I better get on that right quick.