So as many a few of you know, today was my first day at Wal-Mart. I literally had an 8 hour orientation. My last two jobs gave me 3 and 4 hour shifts for the first few months, but these guys started be off working at least 25 hours per week already. At least the money will be nice.
I was being…oriented(?) with one other lady. She was in her 40’s and was trying to get a job at Wal Mart because she lost her job at a bank that she had been with for like 15 years. That’s quite the downgrade in my opinion. She looked pretty normal (compared to most of the people there, get back to that later), and we are even locker partners now. That’s right, I have a locker and I opened the com first try!
The dress code is pretty relaxed there. Blue t shirt and tan pants, I can wear a hoodie if it’s blue too, or a jacket of any color. My hair doesn’t matter and my gauges are fine, couldn’t really ask for more. I spent most of the day doing ridiculous things like playing board games related to sales and taking quizzes on the computer. I DO have a name tag and my own box cutter, but I DON’T have a lanyard to put my nametag on, lame!
I think the box cutter deserves it’s own paragraph. They give all of the employees brand new box cutters, and these things are revolutionary. If Billy Mays was alive, he would be selling these things. They can do everything short of cooking toast. I’ll bring it home tomorrow and take a picture with it just so everyone can see how awesome it is.
I saw a super ghetto black guy today, and he was getting out of his tricked out car, rocking some hardcore bling, and a massive watch. To top it all off, he had some Danimals drinkable yogurt, it really pulled his whole image together. Random, but it happened…
Back to the other employees. They all look like they do meth, there is no other way to say it. Everyone that is there looks like they are living a life that they absolutely hate and they do crack because of it. I don’t know how to explain it without a picture, but it’s totally true. They are all ugly, have messed up teeth, and hair from the early 90’s. They also have the “mom jeans”, you know, the jeans that have 6 inches of extra material above the waste. The ones the cover your bellybutton and make your hips look 3 feet wide.
I might be exaggerating when I say “everyone” because there are some decent looking people there and even a totally cool black guy. I really need a black friend (it’s part of the big city experience). I just feel like the people that have been at Wal Mart for more than a few years aren’t going to do anything else with their life, and I don’t want to be that guy. I’m cool with being a temp.