Just in case the one or two people who read my blog have been yearning for yet another post centered on the adventures of working at Wal-Mart I’m writing about some recent developments. Since changing shifts (going from 1st shift to 3rd shift) I have been nothing short of amazed at the behavior exhibited by these oddballs.
I’m just going to admit this here. Yes, I am a stocker. I never thought I’d be reduced to stocking shelves at Wal-Mart, but this is what I now do to earn a paycheck. In fact, when I was born, I’m pretty sure my parents looked down on my little angelic face and prayed that one day I’d grow up to stock tampons on the shelves of Wal-Mart. Mom, I did it! Aren’t you proud?
Anyway, working overnights exposes me to individuals of, shall we say, unusual personalities. Let’s face it. Working 3rd shift isn’t for everyone. I kind of get the feeling that when most of these people were interviewed management recognized that they had a heartbeat and a pulse rate, but not much else so they said “stick ‘em overnight where they don’t have to deal with the public”. Basically, most, not all, of these people have no social skills and don’t know how to interact in social situations.
Having said all this, I’ve had the misfortune to come across several people who, not only don’t have social skills, but are just downright miserable, nasty individuals. Their limited vocabulary is peppered with vulgar swear words that have absolutely no place at in any work environment. But since it’s 3rd shift, and, although we are a 24 hour supercenter, it’s tolerated by management. One woman, in particular, has become a permanent thorn in my side. She’s made it her life’s work to make my tampon-stocking nights hell.
This woman, who I shall call Hag (she looks like an old hag) has taken to telling me to pull freight out onto the floor. As I said before, I am a STOCKER. I am not an UNLOADER. Unless management tells me they are short on unloaders and they need ME to pull freight I will go to my department and stock my freight. I do not take orders from anyone other than management. Apparently this annoys Hag to no end. After speaking to management, Hag was told it wasn’t her place to tell me what to do and to cease and desist her order barking (woof-woof says Hag). Well being the lunatic that she is, Hag couldn’t control herself and once again barked at me to pull freight. I, being a normal human being, went looking for my night manager to inform him of Hag’s harassment of me, but to no avail. Mr. Night Manager was nowhere to be found.
However, during my search, I came upon Hag carrying on to other associates that it “must be nice to walk the floor and not work”. Ok, so I admit it. I’d had enough and raised my voice, telling her it wasn’t her business what I did and that I take direction from management and not her. At no time did I swear at her. Hag was infuriated! She screamed that it was time I started pulling my own “fucking weight around here” and instructed me to “kiss her ass”. Ewww…Hag wanted me to kiss her hairy ass??? Rather than lower myself to her level I returned to my search of my missing manager.
After finally locating my manager and informing him of Hag’s antics he assured me he’d speak with her. Later he called me into his office and, in the presence of a customer service manager, told me he’d spoken with Hag and told her her behavior was unacceptable. He added that Hag had “apologized for her language”. Hmmm, yep, okay, so she apologized to the manager for swearing at me. Makes sense. Where was my apology? Then he went on to say that I was wrong to have raised my voice at Hag. To which I replied that I was searching for HIM when Hag approached me and I merely responded to her tirade. “Well”, he said, “You should have politely said, ‘excuse me, I’m looking for my manager’ and walked away”. So, somehow this altercation had become my fault as well.
First, simply and in no uncertain terms, what Hag has been doing to me is harassment. As another associate and not a member of management, Hag has absolutely no right to tell me what to do, yell at me AND certainly not swear at me. So, why is this behavior being tolerated? Even after this particular occurrence Hag still continues to make faces at me when she passes me (yes, a grown woman “making faces” - pretty bizarre huh?), make snide comments in the break room about being “turned in for harassment” and mumble remarks under her breath when we pass each other over the course of the work night. Clearly this woman isn’t right in the head. Clearly this woman has purchased a non-stop ticket on the crazy train. Try as I may to ignore Hag, she continues her behavior. So, what are my choices? Go to management again? I already know how that’ll go. File a complaint with the district office? File a complaint with the EEOC? Beat the shit out of Hag? I’m not sure what the answer is. But I do know that my workplace has become a hostile environment.