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| - Fry's, what's wrong with you?
I heard a news report you laid-off your greeters last week, sending them packing.
Shame on you.
The reporter explained how these people were part time, stating they would each receive a 200 dollar severance package and presumably, a goodbye card from HR. What a nice sendoff.
A card signed by a gaggle of the victim's co-worker's, most of whom they probably never even knew.
Well that's generous of you.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe you didn't need to lose the greeter but instead lose the idiot whom, while I'm trying to shop in a four foot wide aisle comes waltzing down the aisle with a three foot wide dust-mop making me squeeze to the side, hoping like hell I don't knock something made of glass and full of liquid off the shelf?
I know you don't care what I have to say, but I can pretty much guarantee that most people would much rather have a smiling face hand them a shopping cart free from toddler spittle (or vomit, tears, diaper leakage or any other human exfoliation) than they would having some non-smiling buffoon mindlessly cruise the aisles with his 'get the fuck outa my way' broom and Ipod earphones.
I hate sounding cliche, but I'm just sayin.
Bonehead move, Fry's.
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