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| Look, I really don't mind working for Wal-Mart. It's not the best job in the world, but it's also not the worst. People think that my soul is in jeopardy, but that's hardly the case. | |
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| (After all, I don't work at a payday loan place). Though there are a few things about Wal-Mart that bother me. Not all that nonsense about the Wal-Mart "culture" and "family." That's easy to ignore. | |
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| Even the management doesn't really bother me, for I know that all over the world, there are asshole managers who wouldn't know good business practices if it chomped them on the butt. | |
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| What really bothers me is that we have to use our employee discount card every time we buy something, even a pack of gum or even when we won't get a discount. | |
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| Since the card has a magnetic strip and is tied into the home computer, this leads me to believe they are tracking all my purchases. | |
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| Which means I'm going to have to find someplace else to buy my supplies for the Doomsday Device. And that sucks, cause Wal-Mart really does have the lowest prices on interocitors. | |
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