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So last year I decided to work at The World's Largest Retailer for a year or so (I'll be leaving mid-February) for some extra money to meet some small financial goals.
My son, Awesome Kid, is a great guy, he's 21 and is just one of the lights of my life. He was Special Ed in school due to dyslexia and is likely on the Aspergers spectrum (so am I for that matter, at least that's what the Internet told us - and *everyone* knows that what you read on the Internet is 100% true).
So we've worked with him over the years to really come out of his shell and he really thrives around people. However, he's been muddling about with trying to decide on a direction. Go to school, start a business, get a job to advance in, etc. So I told him to apply at The World's Largest Retailer a couple months after me so he could earn money on a more regular basis than the side jobs he was doing while he contemplated his future.
He has really flourished on the job. He's an excellent worker, always on time and the managers and coworkers (mostly) love him. He's always upbeat and helpful. And fast. He's a blindingly fast stocker. Our Main supervisor has been moving him all around the store, although he's primarily Pharmacy and HBA. Only a couple of departments he hasn't worked in. It appears they may be looking to move him into Mgmt. Support.
Not too long after he started, he told me that he wanted to become register-trained. He figured Pharmacy is right next to the registers (he's, like me, third shift) so he can help out.
I said, "That's nice of you, but why? Since I was hired I was told by several employees to avoid getting register-trained". Since I'm at the back of the store in Dairy and can't walk away from my freight, it seemed a moot point anyway.
Awesome Kid said, "But Mom, you know I LOVE people!"
(He's so cute).
Four days later, he recounts a story of a Mom at the registers with her spawn in the shopping cart where he notices a steady stream of urine dribbling out of the crying kid through the cart, leaving a puddle on the floor while Mom blithely ignores the child. At 2am, no less. He points out the mess as he finished checking her out. Super Mom looks at the mess, grabs her kid, plops him on the new cart with her groceries and rolls off, muttering, 'sorry'.
Awesome Kid had a line, was the only register and there was nary a radio or Building Maintenance employee to be seen. So he had to clean it up and then keep checking.
After he finished telling me about it, he said, "Mom, I don't think I love people anymore. "
My son, Awesome Kid, is a great guy, he's 21 and is just one of the lights of my life. He was Special Ed in school due to dyslexia and is likely on the Aspergers spectrum (so am I for that matter, at least that's what the Internet told us - and *everyone* knows that what you read on the Internet is 100% true).
So we've worked with him over the years to really come out of his shell and he really thrives around people. However, he's been muddling about with trying to decide on a direction. Go to school, start a business, get a job to advance in, etc. So I told him to apply at The World's Largest Retailer a couple months after me so he could earn money on a more regular basis than the side jobs he was doing while he contemplated his future.
He has really flourished on the job. He's an excellent worker, always on time and the managers and coworkers (mostly) love him. He's always upbeat and helpful. And fast. He's a blindingly fast stocker. Our Main supervisor has been moving him all around the store, although he's primarily Pharmacy and HBA. Only a couple of departments he hasn't worked in. It appears they may be looking to move him into Mgmt. Support.
Not too long after he started, he told me that he wanted to become register-trained. He figured Pharmacy is right next to the registers (he's, like me, third shift) so he can help out.
I said, "That's nice of you, but why? Since I was hired I was told by several employees to avoid getting register-trained". Since I'm at the back of the store in Dairy and can't walk away from my freight, it seemed a moot point anyway.
Awesome Kid said, "But Mom, you know I LOVE people!"
(He's so cute).Four days later, he recounts a story of a Mom at the registers with her spawn in the shopping cart where he notices a steady stream of urine dribbling out of the crying kid through the cart, leaving a puddle on the floor while Mom blithely ignores the child. At 2am, no less. He points out the mess as he finished checking her out. Super Mom looks at the mess, grabs her kid, plops him on the new cart with her groceries and rolls off, muttering, 'sorry'.
Awesome Kid had a line, was the only register and there was nary a radio or Building Maintenance employee to be seen. So he had to clean it up and then keep checking.
After he finished telling me about it, he said, "Mom, I don't think I love people anymore. "
Can I steal this for my signature??
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