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And a true one. In a conversation with a local Walmart employee, I learned that she must supply all of her own ink pens at the checkout counter for customers to sign their receipts, etc. She is required to buy them with her own money and is not reimbursed for her expense. One day her supervisor noticed that this employee's pens were in a bag from The Dollar Tree. The supervisor reprimanded her and "wrote her up" for not buying the pens at Walmart.


Where will you do your holiday shopping this year?

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jan said…
It will not be at WM .. Though I don't like to say "never," that's one store/chain on my naughty list. Not a fan of their business practices, and haven't been for years. It's my store of last resort, though I seldom get that desperate!
It's a bummer because Walmart offers so much and so much at a "good" price, but if we consumers have no sense of morals or ethics...then any one can get away with anything! Have a great Thanksgiving. Glad you got that extra day off!

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