I worked for Wallymart for three months. I was a supervisor and also drove machines. For some reason they didn’t keep me. The day I was let go, I had just gotten off a machine and put the key in my pocket.

So, here’s the weird thing about WAllymart. No one has a last name. It’s Bobby Q.. Rodney O. Your not even supposed to be friendly with people or speak of personal details like where you live.

So the day I was let go, it was by my boss, and the second in command ==- who was this eager ALLL WALLYMART rules kind of guy named Kevin. YEahh,, Wallymart is the best. So they take me in a room and tell me I’m not a ‘good fit.” even though I didn’t even know this Kevin O. guy,, never worked for him or anything. So I get up to leave and he says “I need you to sign some documents.” So I said,, “Why would I sign anything. Fuck you, Kevin O.”

So the next day, I get a call from HR at the store. Now he’s the other weird thing about Wallymart… they always say “Wallymart” never anythng else.. “This is Wallymart property..” “This is Wallymart policy.” they never say company, as in “company policy. So this lady says “You left with Wallymart property yesterday” Meaning i still had a key for the machine in my pocket. Which I did. She said “We would like it back. It’s Wallymart property.”

So I said,,, “No problem. But I’m not driving back to your store. You fired me. If you want your key,, tell Kevin O. to come directly to my house and ring the doorbell,, in person, by himself. I’ll give him the key”

Never heard from them again. haha