I have plenty of time to write this morning, but I’m really not feeling it. I kinda want to goof off a little bit before work. I think I just might. Before I start goofing, though, a passing thought from yesterday:
I saw a post on Reddit, asking if the r/walmart sub-reddit was anonymous. I mean, yeah, it’s as “anonymous” as you let it be, like all things on the Internet; at any time you can easily make one little slip and reveal just enough information so that someone can find out who you are. Most people in that thread echoed the same sentiment, and a couple gave examples to where different associates ended up being promoted to customer, because they were found out. The best/worst example linked to a thread where some guy had a visit from the market AP manager, was interviewed, and let go a few weeks later. The guy didn’t give too many details because, well, lawsuits are a thing, and we’re all fairly certain that the company’s lawyers are good at their jobs. The guy hadn’t done anything very heinous, based on what had been left behind by other redditors–it seems like he’d been one of the “heroes” sharing information on changes to policies and such. But, that’s the catch; he was sharing internal information on a public forum.
I don’t comment or add anything to r/walmart or any other group anywhere else on the Internet–besides what you see here–just for those reasons. I kinda like my job, though there are days that I dread having to deal with all those varied things that make any workplace–especially a retail one–terrible. That said, there are times when I wonder how ridiculously retarded I might be for even doing that much, as when I do so, I’m identifying myself without much care. Any photograph I’ve taken at work and uploaded to Instagram has my actual name and face attached to it; and once you trace it back to Facebook, all bets are off. Which really makes me wonder if I might have been somehow related to that stupid cell-phone machine getting it’s graphics changed. Could big brother Walton be watching me?
Of course, I did invite myself to being watched years ago as a customer, by posting pictures of dead goldfish in the aquariums of one store. It wasn’t long after that the aquariums were removed in that location and others. Coincidence? Most likely. But still.
Anyway, to my masters at Wally-World, should you be watching or one day discover me, please take note that I’m not a threat to the bottom-dollar. I’m just another schmuck doing what he can to earn some change in order to survive. Any and all gripes are essentially the same gripes you’ve once expressed at some point in your lives. Also, when it comes to the media I share–note that I refrain from sharing anything that isn’t available for the public to view. Anyone can find those price tags with poorly chosen abbreviations, those vending machines with poorly chosen graphics, and the random case on a cart on the sales-floor with a poorly chosen identifier.
Blah.
I’d said I wanted to goof off. I’ve kind of wasted my goof-time writing this. That sucks. I wanted to do some more work on my private little “radio station”–which, Walmart, if you are reading this, isn’t a hard thing to program. Seriously. Find a good piece of automation software, build a library, build clocks that make sense, set the transitions on the music and programs, etc. It’s easy. Time consuming, but easy.
If I hear, “come with me, on a Sunday, we’re gonna serve”, or Kirby talk about her love for Detroit one more time, I’m gonna scream.