re: #385 A Three Hour Tour

Again, your personal experiences are not universal.

My brother worked for Wal-Mart for almost eight years, before quitting in disgust at the incompetence and malfeasance of his local management and corporate office in Bentonville.

When our father died in January 2015, I had absolutely no problem reaching him at work. I sent a message through Facebook Messenger that he read on his smartphone at work. Took several days off work and flew from New Mexico to Chesapeake for the funeral.

I never had a problem with being allowed to talk to my brother while he was at work, or his immediate ssupervisors or the cashiers he oversaw as CSM or the security staff.

I did get my brother sent to the corporate reeducation room when I bluntly said, in a conversation about an employee who has moved on that the store he had moved on to “was union.”

After that, I would hum “Look for the union label” when passing through the clothing section while waiting for him to get off work.

When passing through the grocery aisles and seeing empty shelves, I would adopt stereotypical Russian accent and mock “Soviet Walmart.”

That’s true, no one’s anecdotes apply to everyone.

Your anecdote doesn’t trump mine however. A dead man in the next house, his granddaughter in my house, and the corporate headquarters of Wal*Mart saying “tough shit” was all I needed, and I’ve never spent a penny there since.

I can’t say about your particular situation with your brother, but as a supervisor I imagine he had more latitude than a stockroom worker.