Walmart really seems to love pushing my buttons and pushing me to the brink. And they (mgmt) wonder why I don't give a flying shit about them. Today for example, I was talking to one of my friends, a week or so ago, she asked me for help reaching for something a customer wanted/needed in the infants section. Of course, I helped since I am tall with long arms. This shit ass manager was walking by at the time and after I left, she asked my friend, "Wow, how did you get him to help you?" WTF, this manager who has the personality of a drowned slug in a beer can, has never asked me for help at all. And she has the nerve to say that! I have asked this slug for help in the past, with my equipment, and all she could say was a limp, "I dunno".
I'm going to stop here, since I am trying to calm my brain for sleep and it was a very trying and frustrating night.