I’ve been working as a personal shopper for walmart for the past year and a half. In that time I’ve been stalked and harassed by shithead customers, verbally assaulted by Karens (one who screamed at me to “Get some fucking hearing aids” when I asked her to repeat herself), belittled and misgendered by management (if I had the spoons, I’d pursue a discrimination case lmao), and generally just worked to the fucking bone for ungrateful shitheel customers and greedy, lazy corporate fucks. And you know how much I made to break my mind and body as an “essential worker?” $13 an hour before taxes. Fuck that, and fuck the Waltons.
Sure, I had some good moments. I got really good at stealing merch and snacks, and made friends with a few customers who actually saw me as a human being. In the last month, I figured out how to fuck off and kill 3 hours in the breakroom on the clock. But those fleeting reprieves aren’t sustainable, so guess what? My department just lost its best picker. No two weeks, none of that shit. Got to say goodbye to my coworkers I care about but everyone else can fucking scramble to pick up the pieces <3 <3
And don’t worry, I’m not financially fucked lol. I have decent savings, and am going to pursue my dream job making and selling jewelry and knitting/crochet patterns. I literally made more in one hour last night on a single sale from my Etsy than I did a full shift at that shithole.
PS: BTW, in all the time I worked at walmart, never once has the store closed and sanitized in the event of a positive covid case. 29 people called out the other day having tested positive, and we don’t even have a maintenance person to clean the bathrooms.It’s like this at every walmart, shop at your own risk.