Monday, June 30, 2008

A long overdue rant about Wal*Mart greeters.


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.

3 comments:

thePatrick said...

Wow...you really have had to shop a lot this past week.

Conservative Ginger said...

That's because you haven't met the best Wal Mart greeter yet. You should go down to Brigham and meet Cruz. He has won Wal Mart greeter of the year two years in a row. Wait, now that I think of it I don't like them either. After he learned I knew spanish he felt the need to talk to me at least 10 minutes everytime I went in. It got so bad that I made my mom go in the other doors so I wouldn't have to talk to him. I am horrible I know but I don't care. The man is amazingly nice but honestly just leave me alone!

Chad said...

If you really want to know, the greeter's there for two reasons. One you kinda hinted at, but the other reason is all about loss prevention. They're there to watch out for shoplifters and to check people's returns ans stuff like that. But I'm with you in the "hates them" camp. Even more so because I feel them watching me like the corporate pawns they are.