Towards the end of my time in Walmart receiving, my supervisor and the overnight manager hatched an idea to scare a whole new crew into busting their asses like I'd never seen or else they'd be fired that night. One guy walked out and the rest completely turned around on the job. I trained those people by myself, because they fired all my good people with a new attendance policy and my supervisor was out on vacation for their first week. No other manager helped me with helping them, despite the fact that the truck affected every other part of the store. They just expected these people who hadn't even looked at the computer training to know what I knew.

I had put up with a lot of bullshit in the two years I worked there: But seeing them essentially make me build a castle out of dry sand just so they could knock it over stirred something awful inside me. I was thinking about how many 10 or 12 hour shifts I worked, the times I was too tired to see people on my days off, and the realization I couldn't trust a supervisor I helped train. I snapped and shouted so hard my lungs hurt while I punched a truck wall until my hand bled. Didn't even come close to getting in trouble. They needed me too fucking much.

After that it was like the last amount of effort I had left my body. I put in my two weeks notice, stopped working overtime for the first time in a year, and left to work a much better job one summer later. I've rewritten this several times attempting to sound less dramatic, but it's honestly an experience I wouldn't wish on anyone.