Jobs I've Hated: Walmart

Of all of the customer service jobs I have suffered through in my youth, Walmart had to be the worst. There was no part I remotely could connect with to lessen the agony. Everything from the 100 ineffective customer service, department, assistant, co and store managers per store, to the people that shopped there became the dregs of my life for 6-9 hours out of my day.  Although most average public will at some point in life find themselves in this hell hole, I came to hate the base demographic that the chain holds dear. Don't get me wrong I'm no discount store snob. I also shop at Target, and will do a quick run to the dollar store. 

 Many Walmart shoppers take things to a higher level of horrible.
 Every store in every city, similar to it's floor plan mimics itself. You will see the same level of douchebaggery and strange cast of characters no matter which location you find yourself at. More than rant I can simply show you what goes on daily. Pictures of real people are courtesy of site People of Walmart. -but like I said I doesn't matter what city/state/location some how the people are the same.

Everyday Bad Hair:

Inappropriate behavior, questionable values,bigotry,and stupidity, You pick the order....

Trust, these people approach the register with these attitudes.Whether it's F'd up social commentary/conversation or wanting to you to give the high levels of adoration or cutie treatment to their BIG-ASS kid. Either way, as a worker, I'd like to remain silent. 

  

From Ridiculous to Gruesome- Everyday you will people with messages on their rear, most often it looks like this. Sometimes you become terrified with the level of ease these people proceed with. Contrary to the opinion of bullshit sympathizers, -no the vast majority do not have diagnosed mental health disabilities. (NO EXCUSES!) -However, that's not to say they don't have issues.

                                                          

(women with urine filled catheter bag)

Where do I begin? If you are the observant kind and work at Walmart for more than a few months you can peg the customer type after a while. The lady who comes to the register in some ghetto fabulous/ hood rich outfit is gonna want an uninterrupted phone call, or act like she's in a hurry/busy, or expect you to chime in as she disses the personal style/looks of other customers- to feel a brief sense of comradery and show you how down to earth she is. But if the price comes up wrong, she's down to dis you too. The later is the usual greased up freshly tattooed slob with ill-fitting apparel.

...And then there's everything else: The happily toothless and people with poor hygiene habits. These people often like to talk to the cashier at length. They frequently smell bad, and spit when they talk- slurring because they are drunk or don't have enough teeth to hold the shape of the mouth steady. You fell like they're throwing acid on you when any of their body temp spittle lands on your skin.Uggh!

 

It's amazing the level of beyond -courtesy interaction people want from a cashier. There are those passing conversations about the weather. But there are many more conversations about how crazy the world is today/ standards of normalcy, the good ol' days, and how people have changed. Everyones good old days are different and while at Walmart, change and   normalcy are relative. Go figure.

 By the end of a Walmart shift you just want to close your eyes and plug your ears. You dread the next day and keep looking at the want ads and employment search papers (from out front) on your lunch break. Fortunately there a few polite and not-outlandish people and wander through those sliding doors. I always tried to think of one good thing that happened or will happen after I clock out. Done. You put your jacket on over the ghastly semi-uniform you're trying to cover up. This is not to avoid any shame, but to avoid some asshole at your side with an arm full of crap they expect you to know each price of off the top of your head.  As you are walking out you see a piece of folded paper, pick it up, then simply shake your head, then throw it back down.