People of Walmart
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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.