Most pointless. Job. Ever.
Seriously kids. For one thing, I find it somewhat demeaning. When I'm 63 years old, I don't want to be addressing 23 year old nim-wits as 'sir'. As a 23 year old, I don't wish to be called 'sir' by 63 year olds. It has also become apparent that they are required to stand to perform their duties. As I walk in, I always see the most feeble old man sitting in a chair. He struggles to stand as I approach. "Good afternoon, sir." Then, once I'm past, I see him ease himself back into the chair just in time to shift gears and stand back up for the next batch of customers. C'mon, Wal*Mart. Let the poor guy just sit down. I always feel kinda bad when I walk in and make some geriatric grind away whatever is left of his knees. Then there's the issue of me not liking people. Despite my sympathy for your joints, I simply do not wish to speak to you, old man. This goes double for the greeters who ask me how I'm doing. Stop it. I'm sorry, but I know I'm not the only one.
Now, I realize that this provides jobs for several many people. But something tells me there's something else they could be doing for a buck. Produce section floors are always sticky. Give 'em a mop. Bread, frozen juice concentrate, and bananas always seem to be in need of restocking. But please, PLEASE don't make me trouble a poor guy with a steel rod in his femur and then be annoyed by the same man because he interrupted the tranquility of my day.
Finally, for those of you wondering why I shop at such a loathsome place of monetary exchange, I have to for supplies for work. I do so as little as possible of my own free will.
That is all.
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