if you told me I'd work at Walmart even 6 months ago, I would have laughed at you. I have a fairly large hatred level with walmart after some dealings with them in Chicago (when I was in the Navy)
long story short: first time shoping at any walmart in my life, I buy a PS2, go home and plug it in: the powersource on the PS2 is completely fried. So I figured I'll just return it and get a new one.
Well that night I got a phone call at 3AM to my barracks and they came and woke me up. It was the Red Cross, they called to inform me that my step brother and brother were in a serious car accident, and that my step brother had died.
after taking emergency leave to see my brother and be present at my step brothers funereal, I flew back to Chicago and took the PS2 back to walmart to exchange it, still within the 14 day return policy.
Now the receipt says the serial number for things like a PS2, and I showed them the receipt proving that the PS2 that was sold to me was broken on purchase. Instead of excepting it though, I get flat out told I'm lieing and the PS2 I have there in front of them is not the PS2 I was sold. On top of that I'm then asked why I didn't come in to return the PS2 until the 11th day of the 14 day policy. I tell him about how I had to fly home for my step brother's funereal. He (again) calls me a lier.
I left the store at this point, angry. My best friend at the time took me down the street to a garden store were we purchased several bricks. We returned to that Walmart and broke every one of the windows in the place.
I haven't shopped at a walmart since. Even know while being employed by a walmart I don't shop there for anything. Even with a 10% discount I refuse to buy anything from there. The day I got fired as a telemarketer I got called in to do an interview for my current job. Faced with the very real possibility of being homeless (would have been the second time being homeless mind you) since I was broke, and rent was due in 10 days, I had little chioce but take this job to make sure I didn't live on the street.
I don't know if people would call that the easy way out. Also keep in mind the dream of me working there happened way before I was even close to being in a possition of being faced with the possibility of being homeless, heck it happened before I even became a telemarketer
I don't always wake up after I "die" but sometimes I do, many times however it seems I have further dreams examining my "thoughts" as I die. It's from those further dreams that I know so much about what leads up to my death.
1, and it'll be a girl
I have no idea, I don't control what I see, it's just "handed" to me if you will. I don't know you, and truthfully speaking I don't know what specifically is gonna happen in the future