Simple enough question.
A friend and I were talking the other day about that very concept. In relation to this blog, and my writing.
I never could come up with a decent enough answer.
Today I am sitting in the Meth Lab after working 20 out of the last 24 hours. Drinking a mimosa of sorts made from orange juice and malibu rum.
Exhaustion and alcohol seem to be a logical tonic at this point in time.
Let me tell you about the Evil Empire.
Walmart….Malwart…Wally World…Walters….the Gate of Hell.
Don’t get me wrong…totally…I make a lot of money from Walmart.
Most of you know that I work an unconventional job. And the Evil Empire is one of my largest clients.
But the people who work there get on my last nerve.
I spent 12 hours working in two different stores doing battery resets. Easy enough jobs. The unfortunate part is that with any reset you have product that doesn’t fit into the new set. Overstock. It has to be dealt with. Today I had overstock that had to be dealt with and I asked no less that 6 people where I should put it.
“I don’t know, I don’t work in that department.”
Can you page a manager for me?
“I don’t know where the Manager is.”
Round and round we go. Most times when I have a question that needs to be answered in the Evil Empire I feels as if I am a guest at the Mad Hatters tea party.
There are times when I feel as if I am a character in Alice Coopers “Ballad of Dwight Fry”.
I gotta get out of here……I gotta get out of here….I ….gotta….get ……out …..of …..here….