Next Tuesday, I will walk out of Target for the last time. Upon arriving home, I will throw out all 4 red shirts, the sweater I never wore, my one pair of khakis, my nametag, and 4 of 5 box cutters. Oh yea and my old New Balances that I wore almost every day.
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have a target on my back than have Target on my back. It’s time for a new stage of life.
No more CAFs, no more backstocking, no more -10 degree freezer, no more lazy teammates, no more stupid “guests,” no more vibing, no more ETLs telling me how to do a job that they’ve never done, no more ETLs talking to grown men and women like children.
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