People of Walmart
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Worked in the base laundry plant. My job was removing the stains from khaki uniform shirt armpits left by the stuff that was applied to get rid of the sweat stains themselves.
Glamour.
Once in awhile I'd do a spell at the mangler -- a HUGE machine that passed wet sheets over these belts with hot air somehow to dry them, and then passed them into some part that spit the sheets out in neat little folded bricks. I had a brush with fame there. If you remember the Stephen King story "The Mangler" -- a demonically possessed mangler that attacked people and then did something hideous upon absorbing their blood -- I got my finger caught in the big ball bearing, nearly crushing it. Had blood dripping onto my white sneakers (and on the ball bearing). Thought about King's mangler for a while. But this machine never did anything bad, TMK.
I carried the scar for years.
I often wondered if King actually spent time working on a mangler in his home town and that's how he got the idea for the story.
Success is measured by your discipline and inner peace. – Mike Ditka
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@Catseye3 said in People of Walmart:
I often wondered if King actually spent time working on a mangler in his home town and that's how he got the idea for the story.
He did work at an industrial laundromat for awhile.
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@Aqua-Letifer said in People of Walmart:
@Catseye3 said in People of Walmart:
I often wondered if King actually spent time working on a mangler in his home town and that's how he got the idea for the story.
He did work at an industrial laundromat for awhile.
Yep. All his stuff comes straight out of his experience. That is why it hits so close to home. No author has ever captured the adolescents of his generation better.
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There was a job I got from a comic book ad. I think it was selling boxes of Xmas cards, where you could make big money (right...) just selling to family and friends.
When I couldn't sell them because they were cheap and ugly, there was the issue of having to pay "the company" back. That's when I had to involve my dad. The lectures I had to endure about the various levels of stupid I was, a real ego boost. Thanks Dad, I understood 10 minutes ago when you started the rant.Those were the good 'ol days, when getting scammed or screwed came from comic books. And BTW just so you all know, those "X-ray Glasses" that would make all the girls naked? Wasn't true. Not true at all. I was a very heartbroken 13-year-old.
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The first thought I had when I saw the email? “Wow, we are really going to have to start paying our delivery crews more.”
Don’t get me wrong, we pay them okay now, but paying teenagers $11 an hour to point to the newest GI Joe accessories is going to cause inflationary pressure on all jobs. Of course, that just means we will have to charge more for delivery...
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First jobs were like Mik...Building fence, hauling hay, etc. Then, I got a steady gig on the weekends at a place like this:
Then, I got my first forty-hour a week job at one of these:
Every job teaches something. I applaud the lad for working. Every young man needs a little well-earned jingle in his pocket. And kudos to a good dad for teaching him some valuable life lessons.
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@Jolly said in People of Walmart:
Every job teaches something. I applaud the lad for working. Every young man needs a little well-earned jingle in his pocket. And kudos to a good dad for teaching him some valuable life lessons.
My early jobs were instrumental in my not being such a huge fucking nincompoop.
