Incompetency and 161, My letter to X

I have worked for Meijer for nearly 3 years now.


Greetings Gentlemen,
You are the top of the corporate ladder, and while I do not have to inform you of such a fact, I believe that you should know your business. Specifically the business of unit 161, one of my current employers. So this is my synopsis of the state of events at that particular location.

I work in a place of incompetency; sure things look like they get done, but this is merely and elaborate charade. However I cannot help but question how things get done, when a single person (myself) is supposed to cover all of hardgoods every night. While I am sure you know what hardgoods is, please allow me to elaborate on my current situation. I run Toys, Sporting Goods, Automotive, Hardware, Paint, Plumbing, Electrical, Pets, and even Layaway. That's right, I mix paint, get hunting licenses, run layaway, close my department, put up my returns, and even run register; BY MY SELF.

Clearly one could see this as a problem. On a daily basis, customers look for assistance, are forced to wait for me, and usually leave before I can help them. In such situations where they look for someone to complain to, they often find someone who while called a "Team Leader", whom understands neither the concept of teamwork or leadership. This often leads to the blame shifting to myself, while the team leader walks off and doesn't help the said customer. That in my opinion is a major problem.

Look at the hours my Department gets. We average about 140 hours a week; we have 2988 feet of physical product that needs to be closed. That is less than 3 minutes of work in a week per foot in the department. As a matter of fact it averages out to 40 seconds a day, before you factor in returns and customer assistance. Now before you get mad at the budget, the budget gives my department approximately 250 hours a week, or so I have been informed.

Now you may be wondering why I am telling you this now, and haven't mentioned anything in the past few weeks; and to be honest they are going to try to fire me. And while I won't say I don't care if they do, I have another job and I don't need your money. However your career is in the balance; and in the current state of affairs the only way I see unit 161 turning a long-term profit is if the place burns down and the insurance puts you in the green.


Have Fun With You Loss Of Business,
-Aaron Yates (A Concerned Employee)
Employee ID #17*****
Emplyee for nearly 3 years.

P.S. I will send you a synopsis of the Team Leaders at a later date. I understand you are busy men so I don't want to take all of your time today.

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That's right, I have returned with the Grail.



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Hopes, Fears, And Dreams; The Things You Find In 18 Hours Of Sleep


So let me see where I left off... It was the year 2005, and school had just ended. I was spitting a lot of advice, because honestly I'm tired of melancholy everywhere. So I was trying to fix the world's problems, because I really care too much. And then I disappeard off the face of the earth. According to different accounts I was in San Francisco or Montana. Well I was at both places, for a time. I was also building the Cabinet which you can see BELOW V

Anyways, so I was working and building, and working and building. Then out of the blue illness hit. I was depressed, cold, tired, and just out of it. Of course added with insomnia, lack of appetite and binge sleeping, I felt like crap. So for the coming months, that was my life. I saw doctors probably 12 times, for everything from Tyroid, to Anemia, to Mono, to XXXXX; you name it, I got the test. Well finally I got a sleep study, in which it was determined that I strangle myself in my sleep. Approximately every 3 minutes I stop breathing, I open my eyes (while in REM sleep), adreneline hits me, I kick and convulse, my brain panics, my lungs kick, and I breathe again. Regardless to say it is awesome. So now I got an air compressor I hook to my face to keep me breathing. It sucks, but I actually have somewhat of a life now.


Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

So I disappeared from everywhere but work. And I slept nearly every moment aside from work. So I made friends with people...at work. Or rather I became better friends with the people at work. So once I started getting better I started hanging out with those people. So that would explain why we still don't talk much. Assuming you even read this.

Eh, I got a lot more to say, but this is harder to type than I remember. Maybe I just don't care right now. But definitely more to come.