I had some good employers during my time in Retail Hell, and some horrible employers during that time. The nine months I worked at Walfart were the worst nine months I ever spent in Retail Hell. Walfart was the 10th circle of retail hell. It was the bottom of a bottomless pit of horrible places to work for. I have nothing but pity for any and all walfart slaves.
Case in point: I came into sick one day at walfart. I was a case of typhoid Mary. I knew it, my manager knew it. My typhoid Mary ass had been out sick the last three days, and the fourth day was by far the worst. I had the last two days off.
I came in because the douchbag HR manager called me back 10 minutes after I called in and asked how long I had been sick. I said it was day 4. She said I couldn't possibly be sick that many days in a row. So I drug my typhoid mary ass in, clocked in and went to talk to her.
"Talking" to her included vomiting once in the parking lot, once by the time clock after clocking in, once in her trash can, one round of "explosive" diarrhea in the employee bathroom, only to have her come in and say, "You don't look that bad. Can you at least work 4 hours to give out breaks?"
I promptly answered, "No," right before throwing up -- twice -- on her shoes. I think I got some on her pants.
Hubby had to come pick me up and drive me home, where I spent the next two days in bed, dead to the world.