Okay, back story. I started at a small Walmart as a night shift stocker. Two months later, I get coached for my speed so they switch me between paper/chemicals/pets to grocery then to infants, all in a two week span until they just move me to days a few months later. On days, I worked as a cashier. I was great. Scans high. Then I had a wreck, fractured my back and had to take leave. I quit after I was able to take my brace off and started college. Now I’m back on CAP 2 at one of the leading sales stores in the south east. My first day back in years, they put me to work, unloading the trucks. They were supposed to be small ones - a 1500 and 1400. They ended up both being 3000 for both. I couldn’t walk when I got home. The chub rub was insane. We didn’t get a first break until 5:15 and then lunch at 9. I live an hour away, so I got home at 2. Seasoned CAP2 members where even pissed about how big it was, mentioned that they “had never seen a truck this big since Christmas.”

Also, my supervisors, not the CAP2 manager, seem relatively useless. They act like robots and they look at me like,”wtf??” Like I get it, being a manager is hard work and you gotta be kinda tight laced but I’m new and CRACK A SMILE KEVIN, THAT JOKE WAS A MASTERPIECE.