My Job

I must say that for what I'm being paid my job isn't that bad. I enjoy who I work with. Josh and Kristi (who has by now left) informed me of the kick. The kick is code for Hottie Walking by or Hottie customer. Well, I had one customer that was obviously a couple years older than me but definately worthy of a kick. So I kicked. He looked at me smiled this knowing smile and walked away. After he left he said That was johnny he and I made up the kick. Great. So now Johnny omes by our branch quite often and will kick the counter very obviously so I raise my head. By the way Johnny is 33. He looks 24.



For some reason these last couple of days have shown an interesting light on my place of employment.

I guessed what started this whole school of thought was the day my manager got bitched out for me, as well as the whole branch being racist. I had asked for this older black lady's ID to do something for her. Say thank you and give it back to her. Felicia my manager is next to me helping a Middle Eastern customer that she knows very well. She does not ask for his ID. This older black man goes straight to Josh. Josh is 26 but looks 35. The only male working at that point in time. This fella asks Josh "are you the manager, I need to talk to you." He is not. Felicia is. that's what he tells him. So our lovely customer comes to me and I just point to Felicia. I know I would not be able to remember CFB training if I had to deal with him. He proceeds to bitch her out for me scrutinizing his wife's ID while she let some white guy get by w/out her even asking for ID. Here is where I say I was "scrutinizing" her ID because it was the old lamenated paper w/ small print and I am almost legally blind. These are the kind of people that I have a problem w/. He so strongly criticized us for our predjudices while he himself went to a man assuming he was the manager.

Slowly after this I began to see that my buddy Josh really feels like the only reason my assistant got her job was because he stepped down. Or if I ask once for help on something, I can't learn from watching and seeing it done and I need help everytime. If my printer is out of tape and I don't get to roll changed correctly on the first time, then I won't get it done at all.

Since I was called a racist I've been very attentive to what our customers were saying trying to make small talk. There was a lot of "You girls did a nice job decorating," then go to Josh to take care of business. Then there's my favorite. Such beautiful young ladies, of course you can help me.(then I have an excuse to pay more than needed attention to you(your chest)) I went to do aisle time on Mon or sometime and I have to wear this apron that says Arvest across the chest. Very clearly. It nevers fails that Ihave people stop me and ask if I know where this is located. Lucky for them, I have Walmart pretty much memorized and they can't hear what I'm thinking. They obviously can't read Arvest. This last time I was squatted down reading cards. Sitting on my heals and some middle age man bends over obviously looking down my shirt and when I look up to ask "can I help you with something?" he responds "O that doesn't say Walmart." No it doesn't.

Tuesday I had a stalker. I mean I was scared. This creepy old man kept walkin in front of the bank. If I was trying to greet(stand out front and be friendly) He would get just a little too close for comfort. I started to go to the back cause I was seriously scared. If I saw him I just dropped out of sight, hid. I ended up going and getting walmart security to just tail him for a while.
I have never felt like an object more than I have this week. Every greasy, slimeball that walked by was sure to let me know they like what they saw. Thanks because I do this specifically for you. Go ahead and whistle and gawk. That sure makes me feel special. Although there was one greasy guy that same day that had a genuine sincere compliment. Thank you. At least there was one that was raised right.

Well, I'm gonna try and sleep.
Goodnite. Muah!