Employee Of The Month

Everyone who knows me knows of my love/hate relationship with Walmart. I go because I know they have what I need at the price I’m willing to pay, but invariably, after I walk out, I’m cranky and vowing never to step foot in one again. Mostly, it has to do with the register lines, which are always long and manned by barely apt employees who invariably must go on break right after the person in front of me checks out. Once, I actually had the audacity to complain about the short-staffed registers and was told, “We are short-staffed because we can’t get enough applicants who can pass the drug test.” Really.

 

Yesterday, I went and lo and behold, all four of the self-check registers were open. Lines at the manned registers were 20 minutes long. I jumped right in and started to scan. Scan, scan, scan, bag. Scan, scan, bag, rotate to large items. Stick in credit card, grab cash and I’m set to go. The woman who was running the self-checks came over and gave me a big smile: “I hope you have a wonderful night—watching you do that was like poetry in motion.”

 

I fully expect to see my photo up in the store as “Employee of the Month.”

 

We just hired a new senior employee who is looking for an apartment to live in while they get to know the area.

 

I emailed my buddy, who lives in a beautiful place: “What is the name of your complex?”

 

Her response: “Obsessive compulsive disorder with extreme delusions of grandeur compounded by acute procrastination tendencies and mild psychotic paranoia." 

That's just not right.

 

I don’t suffer from insanity, I enjoy every moment of it. ~ Unknown

Published on: Sep 30, 2006