I bought a cheap men’s blue hoodie because I was under the impression if you were cold your outerwear had to be Walmart blue too.
This was an entire half hour before my shift .As the shift goes by I see my coworkers aren’t even wearing navy blue they are wearing teals and their shirts are faded anyway.
So by morning my hoodie is missing. I had laid it over a cart that held card board and when I punched out it was gone.
The manager said they aren’t responsible for our belongings. Gave me attitude.
So I call a cab home because now I’m in full blown anxiety mode about my life. The hoodie was just the straw that broke the camels back.
I cannot be this mentally sick and have to work two crappy jobs.
I got two hash browns and a sweet tea because I needed to break a twenty because most of the time the cab drivers act like they don’t have change . I go outside and sit on a bench and start to cry. I could have afforded to quit the bakery if Walmart gave me five nights as I was told in the beginning. Now I find out it’s only 4 nights. 32 hours. Lying motherfuckers.
Well I’ve showered and in bed. I just took a muscle relaxer to knock me out . I have to wake up at 3:00 to be at the other job at 4 on and then walk a few blocks from there to Walmart again .
Where is the joy?
People who have worked at Walmart 15 and 20 years have either a limp or something else not quite right .
That’s my future?
I’d rather die so yeah those Suicidal feelings are creeping back