It's Christmas eve and we're working over time to get the store ready.
It's also the time for our seasonal cuts to happen, right about the time when you'll need that minimum wage job to get through the holidays.
There's a nervousness in the air, all the employees know it. I'm not overly worried though...I've worked hard and been on time, hell I've even done the Wal Mart cheer in the morning with my cup of coffee in hand, trying to be a team player.
Besides, it's Christmas eve and we're trying to get the store ready.
As I'm stacking up boxes for display names are being called and, one by one, people are going out back to receive their pink slip. But I'm not worried, I've been a good worker and I've always done the heavy lifting that most of the people here can't or wont do.
Besides...it's Christmas eve you'd think they wouldn't want to put too many of us out on the proverbial street.
The last box set and straightened I lean back and try to rub a knot out of my shoulder, it's been hard work these past few days. Then my name is called over the intercom and I look over at Charity, who seems to be just as shocked as I. So I make the long walk back to the crew area, and the over night manager walks by me, his head down and eyes averted. I know he doesn't agree with what's about to happen.
But it's Christmas eve and they have to make their profits.
Compare this to the week 10 'I really dislike people.' This piece has the juice, the anger, the bitterness, the sarcasm, the genuine dislike that it ought to have and that the other piece had no way to generate since it was more idea and less vignette.
ReplyDeleteYeah I wasn't too happy about that lay off. Normally I just bite the bulletn and keep going but on Christams eve? ReallY?
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