Happy New Year?

New start to a new year, right? Well.... yes and no. First off, I love my job, and I am so grateful to be able to go to a job that doesn't make me want to blow up the building upon pulling into the parking lot. That said, not everyone is so fortunate. Some people absolutely despise their jobs but stick it out because it's an income and this is Michigan, and income is hard to come by. Still, I'm sure it comes as a blow when you show up to work on New Year's Eve, with just enough time to tell your family "Happy New Year" when you get home... only to be called into the office and told that your services are no longer needed.

Here's the deal. T has been a Walmart slave for a little over a year. Several months ago there was a big bruhaha that went like this: "No, you can't snack at work in the deli." "Well, yes you actually can, but no one really does." "Oh, wait... snacking is totally fine. Just as long as there aren't customers watching." Got it? Enter "Short Round." This woman came from a different department in the store hellbent on making the deli the way she wants it, even though she's not in charge. "Old S" is. Well, Short Round decided to go to management because she's a troublemaker and caused a big stink about people sampling/snacking in the deli. Whatever. I only hope those mysterious cameras also caught Short Round in action because we know she's not as innocent as she'd like to claim. And since they're not basing their decisions on any sort of "good worker" or "oh you've been here so long" type favoritism, keeping her on will be another strike against the worthless corporation that is Walmart.

I honestly wish I had receipts for every single thing I still had a box for from that store. I'd return it all. And if they asked my reason? "Because I F*!#$^G HATE YOUR STORE!!!!" Good enough reason, right?

So here we are... New Years Eve and one income lighter. Great. I guess when I see the boss at work next week I'm going to have to put on my super sad face and beg him to let me stay in cutting. You know, cuz I get 58 hours a week as opposed to 40. Because every little bit counts.

Oh, and I won't be shopping at Walmart anymore. The dogs will have to suffer some minor belly issues whilst their system adjusts to new dog food, but we'll all survive. That's what we do anyway, isn't it? Survive? And it looks like 2011 will be no exception.