Last day at Tar-Zhay

WideShot
The economy has hit a lot of us pretty hard. I’m no exception. Before I ran out of money from my personal savings, I took a job at Target working on the flow team overnights. I was there almost 15 months.

But, alas, all good things must sometimes come to a screeching halt.

Saturday October 13th was my last day at Store 1252, and I decided to go out with a bang.

In the back office hallway, there are bulletin boards filled with compliment cards. Team members fill out these cards for each other whenever they want to publicly recognize their friends' good deeds in the store. (Compliments in lieu of pay raises. This is how Target keeps it "fast, fun and frugal.")

In the entire time I had been there, only one (count 'em: ONE!) person had ever written a compliment card about me. Me! The most conversational, friendly, helpful employee that Target had seen in 15 months.

This…this NEGLECT felt like a scalding poker branding me with the word "SHAME." With hot, salty tears streaming down my cheeks, I decided to correct this grave injustice.

The night before my last shift, I sat down and wrote my own compliment cards. During my last 15-minute break with the team, I handed out the cards. (I gave each of them one or two cards.) I asked each of them to sign the cards. I'm sure that management never noticed that none of the handwriting matched. Then, after I clocked out, I wallpapered the employee bulletin board with my justice!

Now I know exactly what my fellow team members think of me. That's because I put all the words in their mouths.

Thanks to all of my friends at Target Store 1252 for helping me make my last day unforgettable. This is my compliment card to all of you.

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