Gonna declare my notice.

P/T bumloader here.The Walmart radio is too much. Some aspects of working at Walmart as an "unloader" are amusing, but shit like when I'm being told to "pick-up your pace" when I'm called-in a day off is like the straw that breaks the camel's back so to speak. I'm finished listening to Katy Perry roar anymore.

I'm superb with customers and fellow workers, but am supposedly p/t but being assigned borderline f/t hours. It's too much friends. Even if they offered to double my pay I'd be like, "Wow, that's considerably generous, but I've had my fill of that blip, blip, blip music you belt-out overhead."