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Walmart finally got on my last nerve.

I never make posts on Reddit but I really don't have a better platform to talk about this so… Here you go. So, some context before I get to what I wanna say: – I'm a 20F in Canada – I've been working at Walmart since November 2020 – TW: Sicide, Dath Okay, so I started working in Walmart when my mom got me the job (her friend used to be an ASM), and in order to really make sure I prove to my mom that she's not wasting her time, I put everything I had into the job. I'm talking 5:00 a.m shifts in December of Canada (which iykyk). Anyway, eventually, I began to really learn the ropes and at some points, when the DMs (Dept. Managers) wanted to go for breaks, they'd just put me in charge. So, I knew my shit. Now, fast forward to February 2022.…


I never make posts on Reddit but I really don't have a better platform to talk about this so… Here you go.

So, some context before I get to what I wanna say:
– I'm a 20F in Canada
– I've been working at Walmart since November 2020
– TW: Sicide, Dath

Okay, so I started working in Walmart when my mom got me the job (her friend used to be an ASM), and in order to really make sure I prove to my mom that she's not wasting her time, I put everything I had into the job. I'm talking 5:00 a.m shifts in December of Canada (which iykyk). Anyway, eventually, I began to really learn the ropes and at some points, when the DMs (Dept. Managers) wanted to go for breaks, they'd just put me in charge. So, I knew my shit.

Now, fast forward to February 2022. Back in February 2019, I lost a friend to a drunk driving incident (she wasn't the drunk one), and in February of 2016, I lost a friend to suicide. Not only that, on February 20th, I got news that a cousin of mine succumbed to her illness. Three days later, a friend's mom from high school called me to tell me he died of suicide. So, I have two fresh wounds and two death anniversaries coming up.

I'm legit depressed at this point, (seriously, grief fucking sucks), and I miss about 13 shifts, (over the course of a month; late February to mid March).

What happened? Well I got written up. Even when I explained to my manager why I missed work, she hit me with (and I quote) “Your personal loss shouldn't be affecting the team”.

So, seeing that after nearly a year and a half of breaking my fucking back, this is the treatment I get for basic human emotion of grief, I stopped caring. I show up late, I don't follow dress code, and I talk back to managers and customers.

Do I care I could get fired? Fuck. No.
At this point I'm testing the limits to see what will get me kicked.

TL;DR: I got written up for grieving two of my friend's (one a cousin) deaths, and two death anniversaries. AKA; fuck Walmart.

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