Today my sister sent me a link:
She sent it to me because I work for Walmart. I work in the fabric and craft department. I hate working for Walmart, I have not been able to put my finger on why, but I do.
I have worked for the last 20 some years in retail management and more recently as an executive assistant for a promotional company. However, with our recent move from NY to TN and the loss of so many jobs, I was happy to even find a job, so who was I to complain that it was Walmart.
I love working in the department that I work in because I love working with people. It has been a great place to practice my "happy therapy" because believe me, there are some miserable people who come through. I don't mind having to stock the shelves or straighten out the fabric. I don't even mind that my dept manager is simple minded, she's a nice enough lady, so I grin and bare(sp) it. What I do mind is the politics. I mind that we have to watch these stupid videos about how to treat one another and we have to listen to speeches from upper management about how they made their way up through the ranks and about their "open door" policy and it is all just so much crap.
I can't even get my AREA manager (different then my dept manager) to stop long enough to ask her a question about how to do something, much less get her to sit and discuss a situation that needs her attention. She talks down to me like I am an imbecile, but still, I do my best to not say,"HEY, I am like 10 times smarter then YOU, so don't talk to me like I'm an idiot."
Another thing the 'scares" me about walmart is this. I look around and I see people who have worked there for 10, 15 and even 20 years. That is fine, that they have longevity in a job, but what bothers me is that they are still doing the same jobs they started out in. The maintenance guy from 10 years ago, is still the same guy sweeping the floor and cleaning the bathrooms. So how exactly are we supposed to move up? Maybe someone has to die or something? I'm not sure.
And talk about cliques, this place is full of them. And everyone knows everything about everyone else. Rumors run rampant from one end of the store to the other (which is no small feat since I work in a SUPER Walmart and it is like 26000 square feet).
I really can't put into words what it feels like to wake up and know I have to go there to put in my 8 hours. Knowing I should just be happy to have a job but feeling so overwhelmed with not WANTING to go. But I paste on my smile, slide into my happy place and I'm off for another 9 hours of torture... the only bright spots are those moments I get to share with customers.