I somehow managed to lose the first part of this story, and I don't really remember exactly how I got on the topic, but I was talking about how I think since it's a new tear, I need a new me, and I know that sounds cliche, and I said I just want to change a few things, then I figured I'd detail my mistakes, at least the ones I made this past year. I earnestly believe that every mistake is a lesson, and all I can do is learn from the past.

So this part is the story of how and why I quit Walmart. It's long winded and probably not the most coherent story at some times, but it's how it came to me, and the fewer times I have to recount the happier I'll be.

(I'm going to paraphrase the strat, since this is where the story was lost) Honestly, I feel the event was a long time coming. In my tenure as Department manager, I had already had the largest fraud operation my store had seen under my belt. THe whole thing started around when it was almost time for inventory. I was feeling very outdone by the place, I was frustrated with the environment, the people, and the management. I'm sure there was a lot of reasons, one of them for sure was my poor attitude, and how it had been addressed in the past. It really starts about a week before inventory when I went to the store manger to tell him I wanted to step down. His response was to tell me to wait until after inventory. (Honestly, he was probably just asking me to wait, not telling, but I heard it the one way) I became frustrated, as I am wont to do, and didn't deal with it well, and about a week later I had a meeting with some managers about my attitude, and they asked me if I wanted to step down. At the time, I was still very flustered about what had happened before with the store manager, and had come to the conclusion that the only way I was getting out of that job was when they fired me. I refused their offer, and after a long meeting where nothing was accomplished, I informed the managers that I would do better, and be a better employee. In the coming weeks we would get our inventory scores back to find that our store was in the top ten for worst stores in the company and looking back, that's still fucking hilarious, I hope that place burns to the ground. Metaphorically, of course. THe cell phone department had one of the worst shrink reports, as it always does, alongside consumer electronics. The new asset protection manager, let's just say his name was Justin, and we'll say his name is Justin because it fucking is, and I hate that useless pissant, and the only thing he's good for is being a fucking paperweight, and I hate him so goddamn much I hope he dies in the most violent and painful way imagineable, and I if I live from now until the end of time and I never hear that white bread self entitled worthless donut punching sack of animal feces' name again, it'll still be too fucking soon. Whatever. Justin is the asset protection manager and therefore the head of the new shrink movement. He wants to do something with the prepaid phones where we put them in plastic case under where they were at the time. This was stupid because for 1. it looked awful, like really bad. Very poorly spaced, the security boxes were all different sizes because of different sized phone, and poor supply to begin with. It would also allocate a ton of shelves and boxes and make them permanent addition, and no longer part of the rotating supply. This was also a stupid because of the shortage of those materials we were already suffering. Despite what I thought of it, I aquiesed and started the project. At this point I would like to note that prepaid phones were suffering from high shrink, as prepaid phones generally do, and hence the method. At this time I'd like to note that from March when I started as Department Manager, up until I quit in August, not a single contract phone went missing and was unable to be located. All my phones were there, and all of them were sold accordingly fraud notwithstanding. Justin, the useless retarded scum-lapping shitbag, decides that the method with which we keep track of the contract phones needs to change. I have massive protests to this, which of course fall on deaf ears, because Justin is higher up then me or some shit. At this point, my entire department is no longer under my direction, I essentially had two ares, prepaid, and postpaid, and Justin had come and piss on both. Needless to say, I was very upset with management and Wal-Mart. These were both some of many different changes they were trying to make in order to address the shrink situation. We ended up having a meeting on the topic, our lovely weekly meetings that certainly weren't massive wastes of time, aand we were asked what we done with our employees to make sure the were being more wary of shrink, to which I had no reply. I hadn't told anybody to to anything different, because if you ask me, there wasn't anyrhing that we even coud do different. I can't help a company that can't help itself, and when you have one of your two asset protection people making bulletin boards, you obviously don't really care about shrink. There's other reasons why I didn't say anything to anybody, and that leads heavily into my not wanting to impose on people, and I could talk about that for awhile too. I should note that I ahve no problem recognising when I might need to impose on somebody, I just don't like doing it. Besides, if I asked my one morning person to be more wary, nothing would ever get done since she would spend all her time walking around, not working. So when he asked me I froze, aand he quickly moved on and didn't dwell. At that moment the only thing I could feel was failure. I was given a simple task of watching the employees and I hadn't done it. By itself it doesn't seem like much, and I recognize that looking back, but it was on top of heavy inadequcies I was feeling as a department manager. I was the youngest one, which is pressure to begin with, I was suffering from the emotional and anger issues, and we suffered a really bad shrink, worse than every other year before it. For me, someone who has never really experienced the world, it was a lot of pressure and stress for me. At that time I had an emotional breakdown. I didn't talk to anybody, my first mistake, and then I went straight to one of the managers who had asked me if I wanted to step down and I told him that I wanted to be a cashier, I wanted as little responsibility as humanly possible. After that I went in for one or two days, calling in many times in between, and eventually just quit halfway through a shift.

I would love to go back through and revise and edit that to make sure it's coherent and all the facts are there, but I just don't want to. Call it an emotion thing. I swear, those dumb emotions are always weighing me down. My own personal gravity.

So there you have why I quit Walmart. I look forward toward the future and toards new horizons. Looking back briefly, fuck that place.