I didn't really care working for Walmart after a while. It was a job getting me started in life. My coworkers were awesome. A couple little oddballs in there but those were the people that made work fun.
The person that didn't make work fun though was the other night manager, we'll call her Kay. I was okay with her in the beginning but as time went on, it was like I was her personal target. I mean she did that to everyone but it seemed like she leaned on me the most. Every time I turned around, she was on my case about something and practically breathing down my neck.
She almost made me cry once because I was late from my break. You see, there are a lot of smokers at Walmart. I don't know if working at Walmart is their reason behind their smoking habits but it's pretty sad seeing a whole group of them hanging out in the 30 degree weather smoking their death sticks. It's almost like high school, when you walk by a group of people and they all of a sudden stop talking as if they were just talking about you. That's what it feels like. Don't get me wrong though, even though they smoke, some people are really cool normal people. But it made me laugh every once in a while because seeing them all lined up against the wall, made them look like the emo kids back in school.
But anyways, the normal break time we're given is 15 minutes. Sometimes we get away with 20 minutes because the smokers like to squeeze one last cig in before going back to work. But god forbid if the non-smokers go over the 15 minutes. You see, if they don't get to have a break over 15 minutes, you can't. Especially if you don't smoke, cause you know smoking his important and all.
I however, do the best I can to have a 15 minute break. But one day, I was taking my break in the break room and I ended up chatting to a coworker. It was a topic that I felt passionately about and just couldn't leave the conversation. So I had finally noticed my 15 minutes was up but I was still under 20 minutes. So I thought I was going to be okay. NOT. Kay had been watching electronics during my breaks because I was security in electronics that night.
So I all of a sudden heard Kay calling me back over to electronics just as I was on my way over there anyways. I knew immediately I was probably going to get an ass chewing for being literally like two minutes late.
"Where have you been?" she slightly yelled at me.
"I'm sorry, I just got caught up in a conversation," I quickly said.
"That's not an excuse."
"I'm sorry," I said even faster.
I was sort of dumbfounded on what to say because I didn't want to cause any trouble and I sincerely did not mean to go over my 15 minutes. So all I could blurt out was I'm sorry.
I just wanted to cry because of how she had said that to me and I was mad because it was okay for her to get 20 minute breaks but if I get two minutes past 15, I'm going to get bitched at. Yeah, that seems fair. I was absolutely infuriated with show she was treating me.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Stories About Walmart: Post 3
On my second day of actually being a cashier, it was busy immediately when I got there. So I was put on register 18 and started ringing up customers. Eventually a guy came up with his friend who walked to the aisle away from the register, like he was waiting for his friend.
The guy was buying some ice cream bars and beer. Great combo, I know. But there was a girl farther down the line who worked during the day time and was buying some items before she went home for the night, and she was making gestures to me at one of the customers.
I didn't understand what she was trying to say, until she mouthed the words, "check the other guys ID."
I immediately looked at the guy and said, "I'm going to have to see some ID, and that gentlemen's ID as well."
"Why do you have to see his ID? I'm the one paying for it!" he yelled.
"It's just the rules, sir."
"That's bull! His license is in the car!"
"I'm sorry, I can't sell this to you unless I see his ID too," I explained.
"Why?! I'm 34 years old, I have the right to buy this! I want to see your manager."
"Okay, just hold on a second and I'll get her for you," I replied backing up and turning around to see if my manager was in her office but the moment I turned around she was right there, coming up the aisle. "This gentleman would like to talk to you. I asked him if I could see both his and his friend's ID and his friend won't show me his."
She immediately knew what I was talking about. "Yeah, we can't sell it to you."
"Why? He's not the one buying it!"
"It doesn't matter, we can't do that I'm sorry."
"This is such bull! Where is Lynette? I want to talk to her!" he said asking for one of the day time managers.
"She's obviously not here. And it's Leann by the way," she said pointing at her badge and walking away from the guy. The guy rolled his eyes and huffed and puffed his way out of the store with his friend.
I pulled his stuff to the side of my little enclosed area on the ground. I thanked the girl who told me to ID both of them as I began checking her items.
After the rush of customers finally diminished, my manager came up to me and asked if I was okay after dealing with that guy. Of course, it was uncomfortable but I was just doing my job and that's the only thing that matters.
The guy was buying some ice cream bars and beer. Great combo, I know. But there was a girl farther down the line who worked during the day time and was buying some items before she went home for the night, and she was making gestures to me at one of the customers.
I didn't understand what she was trying to say, until she mouthed the words, "check the other guys ID."
I immediately looked at the guy and said, "I'm going to have to see some ID, and that gentlemen's ID as well."
"Why do you have to see his ID? I'm the one paying for it!" he yelled.
"It's just the rules, sir."
"That's bull! His license is in the car!"
"I'm sorry, I can't sell this to you unless I see his ID too," I explained.
"Why?! I'm 34 years old, I have the right to buy this! I want to see your manager."
"Okay, just hold on a second and I'll get her for you," I replied backing up and turning around to see if my manager was in her office but the moment I turned around she was right there, coming up the aisle. "This gentleman would like to talk to you. I asked him if I could see both his and his friend's ID and his friend won't show me his."
She immediately knew what I was talking about. "Yeah, we can't sell it to you."
"Why? He's not the one buying it!"
"It doesn't matter, we can't do that I'm sorry."
"This is such bull! Where is Lynette? I want to talk to her!" he said asking for one of the day time managers.
"She's obviously not here. And it's Leann by the way," she said pointing at her badge and walking away from the guy. The guy rolled his eyes and huffed and puffed his way out of the store with his friend.
I pulled his stuff to the side of my little enclosed area on the ground. I thanked the girl who told me to ID both of them as I began checking her items.
After the rush of customers finally diminished, my manager came up to me and asked if I was okay after dealing with that guy. Of course, it was uncomfortable but I was just doing my job and that's the only thing that matters.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Stories About Walmart: Post 2
Looking back, that is one of the most boring stories of my experiences at Walmart. I know that if I were just your typical customer, I would've been a little freaked out, but as a cashier, that was my first experience at the register.
On my first night working at Walmart, I was asked where the condoms were, and of course my response was, "next to the tampons, sir". There had also been another another time where someone asked me where the condoms were, although it was a creepier experience. I was with a male associate just chatting while he and I stocked the shelves, and I had seen a guy walk by several times.
He acted like he wanted to ask a question. He looked at my associate several times as he kept walking by. A few seconds later he came up to me instead of my associate he had been eyeing at, and asked where the condoms were. I didn't catch what he said, but didn't need to hear him because my coworker interrupted and showed him where they were.
Thankfully my coworker knew that this guy was a psycho so he took him off my hands for me. So it was good to have a fellow coworker look out for me.
Of course that experience happened when I used to stock the shelves, which was never a super tense situation as a cashiering job is.
One of the last times I stocked, I was labeling some overstock items and I happened to be in front of the electronics department. There was a lady holding a huge thirst buster thermos, and was searching in the window curtain aisle.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" she said to me while she was across the aisle. "Are these the only curtains you guys carry?"
I got up and went over to where she was. "Yes, I believe everything on the wall is what we have," I said politely.
"Are you serious? Wow......, that's really disappointing. Well, thank you anyways," she said with a snooty attitude.
I shook it off and didn't think much of it and continued with my work. She eventually ended up walking her upside-down pear hips over to electronics.
She started looking at movies and eventually went over to one of the more experienced guys working over there at that moment and asked about a particular movie. I couldn't really hear exactly what she was asking for but I did hear her ask if they could call the surrounding areas Walmart's if they had this particular item she was asking for. I heard him say, "yeah, hold on," and walk over to the phone on the electronics desk.
The lady then walks over to him at the desk and they exchanged a few words and all of a sudden I hear voices getting louder.
"Watch your language, ma'am!" the guy said to her.
"I'm just showing my frustration!"
"Okay, well you can show your frustration buy you don't need to curse at me!"
"I'm not cursing at you, sir!" she said to him as she continued to cuss.
"Okay, I'm done trying to talk to you. There are 38,000 different titles we hold and we're not supposed to memorize every single one," the guy explained to her.
"Well you should know!"
The guy threw his arms up in the air and said,"have a good day ma'am," and went back to what he was doing.
"Ya whatever, you too!" she said stomping down my aisle. She walked down a little bit and turned back around and came towards me and said, "Ma'am, could you put this back for me, seeing that you're working this department?"
"Of course," I said politely.
She started walking down the aisle again but quickly turned around again.
"Ma'am, how do I get out of here? Because they have that other aisle blocked off."
I had remembered that maintenance was waxing the floors on one of the major aisles near my department. But I did ask myself, how did you get here in the first place bitch? They've been waxing the floors all night.
"Walk all the way down to pharmacy and turn right," I replied pointing.
She thanked me and left, thank god. I eventually found out that she was with a group of men who were drunk, so they got kicked out as well as the lady.
On my first night working at Walmart, I was asked where the condoms were, and of course my response was, "next to the tampons, sir". There had also been another another time where someone asked me where the condoms were, although it was a creepier experience. I was with a male associate just chatting while he and I stocked the shelves, and I had seen a guy walk by several times.
He acted like he wanted to ask a question. He looked at my associate several times as he kept walking by. A few seconds later he came up to me instead of my associate he had been eyeing at, and asked where the condoms were. I didn't catch what he said, but didn't need to hear him because my coworker interrupted and showed him where they were.
Thankfully my coworker knew that this guy was a psycho so he took him off my hands for me. So it was good to have a fellow coworker look out for me.
Of course that experience happened when I used to stock the shelves, which was never a super tense situation as a cashiering job is.
One of the last times I stocked, I was labeling some overstock items and I happened to be in front of the electronics department. There was a lady holding a huge thirst buster thermos, and was searching in the window curtain aisle.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" she said to me while she was across the aisle. "Are these the only curtains you guys carry?"
I got up and went over to where she was. "Yes, I believe everything on the wall is what we have," I said politely.
"Are you serious? Wow......, that's really disappointing. Well, thank you anyways," she said with a snooty attitude.
I shook it off and didn't think much of it and continued with my work. She eventually ended up walking her upside-down pear hips over to electronics.
She started looking at movies and eventually went over to one of the more experienced guys working over there at that moment and asked about a particular movie. I couldn't really hear exactly what she was asking for but I did hear her ask if they could call the surrounding areas Walmart's if they had this particular item she was asking for. I heard him say, "yeah, hold on," and walk over to the phone on the electronics desk.
The lady then walks over to him at the desk and they exchanged a few words and all of a sudden I hear voices getting louder.
"Watch your language, ma'am!" the guy said to her.
"I'm just showing my frustration!"
"Okay, well you can show your frustration buy you don't need to curse at me!"
"I'm not cursing at you, sir!" she said to him as she continued to cuss.
"Okay, I'm done trying to talk to you. There are 38,000 different titles we hold and we're not supposed to memorize every single one," the guy explained to her.
"Well you should know!"
The guy threw his arms up in the air and said,"have a good day ma'am," and went back to what he was doing.
"Ya whatever, you too!" she said stomping down my aisle. She walked down a little bit and turned back around and came towards me and said, "Ma'am, could you put this back for me, seeing that you're working this department?"
"Of course," I said politely.
She started walking down the aisle again but quickly turned around again.
"Ma'am, how do I get out of here? Because they have that other aisle blocked off."
I had remembered that maintenance was waxing the floors on one of the major aisles near my department. But I did ask myself, how did you get here in the first place bitch? They've been waxing the floors all night.
"Walk all the way down to pharmacy and turn right," I replied pointing.
She thanked me and left, thank god. I eventually found out that she was with a group of men who were drunk, so they got kicked out as well as the lady.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Stories About Walmart: Post 1
In mid-October, It was one of my first nights of cashier training at Walmart. I had previously been a stocker for four months and the night managers thought it would be better for me to be a cashier so of course I had to do it.
So I was cashiering at register 18 out of 19 registers. The 19th register was the cigarette counter, or the "home" of all the registers. Since my back was facing the 19th register, I could only hear what was going on behind me.
One guy had come into my line, an older gentleman, and asks me if he could do returns in my line; and me not knowing how to do returns, I referred him to go to register 19. He made his way over to 19 and I could hear him greeting someone he knew.
Every now and then, I would tune into their conversation because they went from talking about dogs and what they were buying/returning, to sports. I don't really remember why they were there for so long but I rounded it up to waiting for the returns and purchases and just chatting.
After about ten minutes, I was getting to a break point of customers, and quickly went to listening to the two men behind me.
"Hey, I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to her!" one of the guys had said, talking about the girl ringing them up.
"Whoa! Whoa guys! Just calm down, it's okay," the girl had said to them, but thankfully they had ignored her because as a cashier, or an associate in general, we're supposed to keep calm and composed and not show any alarm to a customer and keep out of people's arguments until it becomes physical.
"I'll meet you outside and we'll settle this there!" the other guy had yelled out. One guy went and left first and then about 30 seconds later the other man followed. Soon after he was walking out the door, the night manager and CSS manager went outside to make sure nothing bad would happen.
Since me and the other cashier girl didn't have any customers at the time, I went over to her and asked what made them so pissed at each other?
"I have no idea," she replied. "First they were talking about dogs and one of them noticed my 49ers lanyard and started talking about sports."
In conclusion, they were fighting over sports. I thought it was hilarious, just because they were two old guys and obviously that's the only thing that wakes them up in the morning!
So I was cashiering at register 18 out of 19 registers. The 19th register was the cigarette counter, or the "home" of all the registers. Since my back was facing the 19th register, I could only hear what was going on behind me.
One guy had come into my line, an older gentleman, and asks me if he could do returns in my line; and me not knowing how to do returns, I referred him to go to register 19. He made his way over to 19 and I could hear him greeting someone he knew.
Every now and then, I would tune into their conversation because they went from talking about dogs and what they were buying/returning, to sports. I don't really remember why they were there for so long but I rounded it up to waiting for the returns and purchases and just chatting.
After about ten minutes, I was getting to a break point of customers, and quickly went to listening to the two men behind me.
"Hey, I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to her!" one of the guys had said, talking about the girl ringing them up.
"Whoa! Whoa guys! Just calm down, it's okay," the girl had said to them, but thankfully they had ignored her because as a cashier, or an associate in general, we're supposed to keep calm and composed and not show any alarm to a customer and keep out of people's arguments until it becomes physical.
"I'll meet you outside and we'll settle this there!" the other guy had yelled out. One guy went and left first and then about 30 seconds later the other man followed. Soon after he was walking out the door, the night manager and CSS manager went outside to make sure nothing bad would happen.
Since me and the other cashier girl didn't have any customers at the time, I went over to her and asked what made them so pissed at each other?
"I have no idea," she replied. "First they were talking about dogs and one of them noticed my 49ers lanyard and started talking about sports."
In conclusion, they were fighting over sports. I thought it was hilarious, just because they were two old guys and obviously that's the only thing that wakes them up in the morning!
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Dresses
I had bought two dresses, and asked some people for their opinion on which one I should wear to a wedding on Saturday, and went with the red and black one!
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Happy Anniversary!
It's officially been a year that I've been with my boyfriend! Of course we've had our ups and downs but that's just what makes a relationship interesting. I love you so much, Honey!
Before I Worked At Walmart
Okay so this picture was taken before I got a job at Walmart and my brother and I were perusing the store and came across this idiocy. Pretty funny though.
Monday, November 12, 2012
It's Been A While, But I'm Back!
So, it's been a while but I've been trying to find something to write about, and boy do I have stuff to write about...
I just got a job in June working at Walmart. My first job ever and I've already been working in so many different departments. I asked to work on the night shift because I'm naturally a night person, so why not work at night? When I first started working there, I started out stocking the shelves and after a while they didn't think I was doing to well and not going fast enough so they moved me around to electronic security and cashiering, which I did not want to do in the first place.
To me, I wanted to be in a secluded job and just do it and be done and not have to deal with a lot of people, but now that I'm a cashier, I have to deal with all sorts of people coming in and out of Walmart at three in the morning. Boy do I have to deal with some weird people. Stories will be posted up soon to give you a taste of what I deal with. Well just to give you a quick taste, here's a typical find at Walmart...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
School's Out!
School is finally out in the Butte College world, but now it's time to look for a job. I'm not too fond of the job looking but hopefully it'll go better than I expect. But other than the job searching, I hope I'll be able to do something else this summer. Something that won't make me over anxious but will be fun and entertain me. But I guess that's what everyone on this planet is looking for right?
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
This Guy is Awesome! Except For the Last One
Except this guy..... He's that stupid.
Grrrrrrrr.......
Oh my god...... This class is getting harder and harder and it's only an introduction class. Especially with all this Flash animation stuff. Even with two hours and twenty minutes, we don't get everything done. Not saying that the class should be longer but it should be carefully planned out and if someone needs help they should get it individually so time isn't wasted. Like I said, we have two hours and twenty minutes. Yeah, animation is fun and all, but not when you're not used to it and doing it on a program you've never worked on before.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Argggg
This is too freaking ridiculous. I'm in a nice (supposed to be easy) intro to multimedia class, hence the "intro" part in the title, and we're learning to do animation on Flash Adobe. Yes, it's fun and all but some of us are retarded and my brain feels fried. I mean it's kind of too much information in one sitting. I mean don't get me wrong, I love the class, the teacher is awesome but all this animation information at once is a little tiring. Not to mention I have two other classes before this one that are just as tiring because of the large amount of time spent on the computer which then leads into a massive headache and passing out the moment I get home.
But anyways, right now the teacher is individually going around the classroom helping each student who needs it (minus the smart kids). I however am not a part of the smart kid group. It also might be another day of not being able to present my project that was due a week ago, in which I did not finish on time because my computer has a virus and is completely dead and my only alternative is my tiny little laptop. But I found out a way to make it work on my laptop so I was super thankful that I didn't have to use anyone else' computer. And my good ol' audio teacher made things a hell of a lot easier by introducing me to a website that converts certain files into others like from PC files to MAC files.
Even though MAC is an awesome computer and not a lot of people use them, except for those who have a lot of money, for me, PC is always the computer I go to. Whether it be a Gateway, Dell, HP, Acer, Sony or Toshiba, they are all the worlds' best PC computers who have been around for quite a while. But every once in a while it's nice to get away from a PC and experience something outside the PC world.
But all in all, I wish this class would hurry up and end so I can go home for the weekend. There's only about 40 minutes left out of two hours and 20 minutes of class that we have. But it feels like an eternity.
But anyways, right now the teacher is individually going around the classroom helping each student who needs it (minus the smart kids). I however am not a part of the smart kid group. It also might be another day of not being able to present my project that was due a week ago, in which I did not finish on time because my computer has a virus and is completely dead and my only alternative is my tiny little laptop. But I found out a way to make it work on my laptop so I was super thankful that I didn't have to use anyone else' computer. And my good ol' audio teacher made things a hell of a lot easier by introducing me to a website that converts certain files into others like from PC files to MAC files.
Even though MAC is an awesome computer and not a lot of people use them, except for those who have a lot of money, for me, PC is always the computer I go to. Whether it be a Gateway, Dell, HP, Acer, Sony or Toshiba, they are all the worlds' best PC computers who have been around for quite a while. But every once in a while it's nice to get away from a PC and experience something outside the PC world.
But all in all, I wish this class would hurry up and end so I can go home for the weekend. There's only about 40 minutes left out of two hours and 20 minutes of class that we have. But it feels like an eternity.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Awkward
That awkward moment when you have your headphones on and you're listening to music that you are going to use for a video project and some vocals come up in the song that say "I'm black", and you just happen to sit next to a black guy..... Thank the good lord I had my headphones on!
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