So first off, an intro: This is my blog (obviously) that I currently plan on filling with the junk that comes to mind while I work at Wal-Mart. I spent on average probably 28.5 hours a week there, working temporarily until they decide they don't need me anymore. Being a punk (or something like that...) I never had any interest in supporting Wal-Mart, much less working there. But my parents bought me half a car for my birthday, effectively giving me $7500 of debt for a gift. I applied all over the place and Wal-Mart was the only place that called back. So ethics went out the window in favor of the ability to go on dates without needing a bike or comfortable shoes. So there.
So the content of this will consist of stupid things that I come with only while being paid. All of this will be come up with while I'm on the clock. If I have a panel left with two minutes left of work, it either comes out in two minutes or it waits until the next day. If I lose something between work and home, then it gets remade the next day at work, and only while I'm actually being paid. So that's that. On with the show.
This was actually the first thing I made for this blog, but since I lost it, I had to redraw it last night. I actually don't work at an express lane, but I work in the Garden Center at a register that's pretty much identical to the express lane ones. They're small, and are perfect for selling you a poinsettia or a hoe or something. But a whole cart full of groceries? Get the fuck out of here. You might think you're saving time by going back to the garden center where there's usually no lines, but since we don't have a belt at our registers, you have to sit there and put small amounts of junk up on the counter while I attempt to dig through it and bag it in a somewhat decent fashion. At this point though, I don't really care if you don't want your forty packages of ramen noodles bagged with dog food and soap. You shouldn't have brought all that shit back there in the first place. You might think you're smart for coming back to where there's no lines, but it's going to take just as long, if not longer, to bag your shit and get you out of the store. Garden Center cashiers don't do a very good job at scanning and bagging, either. We get trained on registers somewhere between two hours and three days. So not only will it take longer due to lack of space (and sense on your part), but it'll take longer because we're not trained to deal with your twenty six frozen salisbury steak tv dinners. I might bag your stuff horribly out of spite, just because I hate you for bringing all that shit back there.
So for your convenience, sit in line and wait like a normal person.
The maroon-ish parts come courtesy of a pen I received from a coworker that apparently enjoys my wild and crazy antics.
So the content of this will consist of stupid things that I come with only while being paid. All of this will be come up with while I'm on the clock. If I have a panel left with two minutes left of work, it either comes out in two minutes or it waits until the next day. If I lose something between work and home, then it gets remade the next day at work, and only while I'm actually being paid. So that's that. On with the show.
This was actually the first thing I made for this blog, but since I lost it, I had to redraw it last night. I actually don't work at an express lane, but I work in the Garden Center at a register that's pretty much identical to the express lane ones. They're small, and are perfect for selling you a poinsettia or a hoe or something. But a whole cart full of groceries? Get the fuck out of here. You might think you're saving time by going back to the garden center where there's usually no lines, but since we don't have a belt at our registers, you have to sit there and put small amounts of junk up on the counter while I attempt to dig through it and bag it in a somewhat decent fashion. At this point though, I don't really care if you don't want your forty packages of ramen noodles bagged with dog food and soap. You shouldn't have brought all that shit back there in the first place. You might think you're smart for coming back to where there's no lines, but it's going to take just as long, if not longer, to bag your shit and get you out of the store. Garden Center cashiers don't do a very good job at scanning and bagging, either. We get trained on registers somewhere between two hours and three days. So not only will it take longer due to lack of space (and sense on your part), but it'll take longer because we're not trained to deal with your twenty six frozen salisbury steak tv dinners. I might bag your stuff horribly out of spite, just because I hate you for bringing all that shit back there.
So for your convenience, sit in line and wait like a normal person.
The maroon-ish parts come courtesy of a pen I received from a coworker that apparently enjoys my wild and crazy antics.
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