The Bjs Memoir: posted on the the quiet mule companion
http://www.thequietmule.com/main/ A couple of months ago I made a big decision. I decided to hand in my two weeks notice to BJ's Wholesale Club. I had pushed carts there, to the limit. I also did some cashier work from time to time. Those cocksuckers. I made approximately 4000 dollars without taxes, 3200 with. What shall I buy? Nobody Know. Maybe I will get a big guitar, perhaps I will get a big camera. One things for certain, the ass is always greener on the other side of the parking lot.
Wibby what. OK. I worked there for so long, that I do not even rememeber everything because it was all a blur. Partly because I was sans glasses and half blind, and also partially because it was really boring and dumb. I was bad at making contact with the hot ladies, because I could not make proper eye contact. When I finally return, I look in the eyes of some of the bitches, and I see I could've got some pussy. WHATEV. OK so anyway, most of the people there were stupid and ugly, and I didn't like them. But some were good. See if you, the prophecies reader, can tell the difference.
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THE MANAGERS:Evelyn: Fat hispanic lady, age 30+, wants to know why im so quiet. "why you so quiet? i think your quiet, but not shy. is something wrong?"
Joann: Really fat white lady. age 40 something. Has fucked up teeth. Her daughter is a supervisor.
Lady w/ blonde hair: Reason I have the job. Cathy's friends sister.
Pat: Butch ugly lady. Pretends to be nice, but hates you.
THE CART PUSHERS:Louis: There from the beggining. Has a lot of muscle, but is skinny. Tan. Rumored around school to be a manwhore. Has a really ugly girlfriend who he uses for sex, but he asks other girls out practically in front of her. Sent a txt message to my friend "Mm...I kinda like you" and asked her out while he is dating the ugly girl. Tried unsuccesfully at first to beat the 32 carts pushed at one time record, but suceeded a month ago. He makes really weird, "mmmm" and "mm hmmmm" noises. A lot of girls find him attractive. One time I didn't finish all the carts outside so he went out to help me the next day. He told me, "I don't want to have to babysit you peter. Man up." When he sees my in school he pats me on the back and says "Whats up."
Sean King: The puerto rican ladies man who was trying to make a name for himself in the rap industry. Fired in December. From then on, BJ's became unbearable bullshit. Reportedly stole hots dogs and pretzels from the food court. Was known for slacking off.
David: Big wrestler kid who is really dumb. Typical big dumb kid. Kind of nice. Had sex with a girl named Marissa back in the day. Used to make fun of Gabby but is now less of an asshole to her. In the winter, me, him and sean would stand around and do nothing.
Morick: Smoked cigs. Talked to him for 5 minutes once outside. Friendly. Said there are "mad hot girls" in Monroe.
FLS: (front line supervisor)Amy: I can't tell if shes actually nice or if shes faking. Thanks me for bringing in carts. Joe bought her muffins from the BJ's bakery for her birthday.
Thomas: Tan, bald. My sister thought he was gay, but he has a wife. Is an asshole at work, but when the job is done he acts nice. Was mad that on one Thursday I punched out and left with 30 carts in the parking lot.
Mike: Kind of short guy. Repeatedly heard him use the phrase, "well, my girlfriend" "yeah, my girlfriend" etc. He's ok.
Tire Bay:
No Name #1: Big guy in his early 20's that always wears black. Closest thing to a bro I have left at BJ's now that Sean King left. Came out of the bathroom one time, my hands still wet due to the unsatisfaction of the hand dryer, and he gave me a high five. He thought it was sweat and subsequently didn't understand everytime I came out of a bathroom with wet hands. One time I was assigned to pass tires from the tire section at BJs to the tire bay, but failed in finding one tire. He had to come out and look for it. Recently saw him outside, asked me what kind of music I listened to, I told him, "All music. Soul music's pretty good." "Yeah, soul music is good. I have a couple of bands, one metal, one rock, I'll let you know when we're playing." "Yeah, but I'm leaving soon." "Yeah. This place fucking sucks. Leave. If you were 18, I'd say apply for the tire bay."
No Name #2: Nice guy who I see when he works in the front holepunching the reciepts every Saturday. Every interaction I have with the person holepunching as I walk back towards the front after bringing in a row of carts is awkward, it doesn't matter who it is. The whole process of just passing by someone who is always there is weird and I don't know what to say to them, so I just look straight ahead and don't say anything usually, and they stare at me slowly walk away. Everytime I walk by NN #2 he says something though, so I must respond, such as "Why don't you smile?" He also said "I bet you want to kill all of them, don't you?" and I calmly agreed. One time the butch told me I needed to clean a dozen eggs that exploded in a cart. So, I got the mop and the bucket and wheeled it over, but since I am retarded I didn't know that your supposed to squeeze the mop in the little can at the top. So I ended up making more of a mess than before. NN #2 called out to me, "You've never used a mop before?" He then came over and said "Here, I'll show you how to use it. If you don't squeeze the mop, you make a bigger mess." The rest of the night was awkward.
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Posted on 23 May 2008 by TheQuietMule