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I figure there's no way I could be the only one.
I worked there for a summer, after my first year of college. When I left school the next year, because I was moving to Minneapolis to live with my then-boyfriend, since I was pregnant, I got hired back on. They were the only place that was willing to take on a seven-months pregnant woman. I needed the job to help pay for groceries and buy baby supplies, since my boyfriend was working a low-wage job as well, while he finished his degree.
It was probably the most degrading three months of my life. Not only did I feel embarrassed by the fact that I was walking around pregnant at the age of twenty (my own doing, of course,) but I actually had a woman approach me while I was trying to work, and ask me if I wanted my baby, because she "noticed I didn't have a wedding ring on," (although I WAS wearing an engagement ring). When I told her that I did, she asked if I knew anyone else who was pregnant and might be willing to give their baby up for adoption. Of course. I'm pregnant, so all my friends must be, too. :eyes: I was so upset after she left, I could hardly stand to be at work the rest of the day. I felt like human garbage.
The week before I was due, I was requested to work nine-hour shifts. I had never agreed to do so, and I refused, because I knew they couldn't force me to. They weren't happy.
At one point, I was getting sick in the mornings alot, and I called in two mornings in a row. It was made clear to me that I would be in trouble if it happened, again. The next morning I felt horrible again, but I went to work, anyway. Within an hour, I knew I couldn't make it, so I flicked on my register light to signal a superior. I tried to keep working while I waited. I woke up on the floor, having sustained a concussion, because I passed out.
When I worked there, the only people offered health insurance were the higher-ups. One of our department managers got a call that his wife and baby had been in a car accident, and were in the hospital. They had no insurance.
There was a meeting every morning at which everyone was supposed to perform this disgusting "Wal-Mart cheer." I thanked my lucky stars that I was a mid-shifter and never had to do it.
I have never felt so lousy about myself as I did when I worked at Wal-Mart. It was definitely one of my personal low-points. I despise retail, and always try to be kind to people who work in the field. I would never want to do it again.
Anyone else work there? What were your experiences?
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