I’ve been working very hard lately what with finals, designing costumes for A Midsummer Night’s Dream, gathering props for Last Night of Ballyhoo, and now my latest and most exciting project; The Rocky Horror Picture Show Shadow Cast, Denton Dropouts.
Now, in attempt to alleviate some stress from my most fabulous director, I went in search of costumes at Target, Walmart, Goodwill, and TJ Max. I found jack shit (and it wasn’t a pretty sight). Not only was my trip an utter waste of gas, but it also reaffirmed my loathing of Walmart.
First I walk in and the store is completely rearranged. Ok, fine. I understand. I look around for what I need, which is just a plastic picture frame ornament for my grandmother. I look in the Christmas isles. I look in the picture frame isle. I look in the craft isle. Nothing. I know they are there somewhere as I get them every year at Christmas time. So I go up to one of the slaves in blue with the misleading happy face on her vest. Politely, I ask where they might be. Her response was to ask someone in the Christmas Department. I went in search of someone to help me when finally I see another miserable salesman and ask again. He didn’t know. HE. DIDN’T. KNOW. Isn’t it his job to know? Isn’t it his job to make my life easier, his life more interesting, and make the company money?
Though I am not against Walmart and it’s always low prices. When I know exactly what I want and where it is and spend less than ten minutes accomplishing that mission, I’m completely fine. But! (and it’s a big one) going in there and dealing with the people who have no other option, who mope around because they don’t get any benefits but a minimum wage check, who make your shopping experience as pathetic as their lives are, piss me the fuck off.
As I am sitting here at the end of the day, I am reminded of why they work there in the first place.
