...or so this crazy bitch thought. Posted on February 14th, 2008. I guess working at Wal-Mart makes you a qualified crazy bitch. Some dumb lady driving around today was driving just as if Wal-Mart had literally turned her into a mentally unstable parasite on the streets. In big blue letters, the back of her windshield read: "Crazy Bitch." Now, either she's making a parody of the song by Buckcherry, or she has been turned into a huge piece of shit by being a Wal-Mart employee. And the reason I knew she was a Wal-Mart employee was because of the big red, white and blue name tag hanging from her rear-view mirror that is only associated with those poor pieces of shit that are actually employed by such a shitty store. Since when has working for Wal-Mart been deemed cool enough that you actually show off that shitty name-tag by hanging it so everyone can see it? If I were a Wal-Mart employee, I'd be asked to be put on the overnight shift and pray to God that nobody I knew came in during the middle of the night and saw me working there. Wal-Mart pays really shitty money, and not only that, you have to put up with some of the shittiest people in the world who get bent out of shape because you don't carry their preferred type of Vagisil. The day I start working for Wal-Mart is the day I lose all dignity in myself and my life and decide to just end it all. 620 Wal-Mart employees are pieces of shit, too. Back to the homepage.