I applied for several positions at Wal-Mart a few weeks ago on a whim online. I really didn’t have much hopes after filling out the very lengthy exam and questionnaire. They asked a lot of personal questions about work history. I haven’t worked in eight years except for a month at the Piggly Wiggly a few years ago as a grocery clerk. A job for which my father made me quit. It drove him crazy that I was making my own money. I just got the call they want to hire me thirty minutes ago. I was just floored, elated, shocked, and so excited! I will be the cart handler at what I assume is minimum wage for four hours every morning. My job will be to gather the carts in the parking lot with a mechanical battery powered pusher and bring them inside and keep them stocked and ready for customers.
“Will y’all work with me and my disability?” I asked the nice lady on the phone afraid to reveal I had schizophrenia.
“Yes sir,” she said and she didn’t even ask me what disability I had. “The job just involves a lot of walking and you need to be able to walk.”
This was looking more promising by the moment.
“I can’t make over $600 dollars a month or it will effect my disability check,” I then told her. “That’s one of my biggest worries about taking the job.”
“We will work with you on that, sir,” she replied. “We will manage your hours. We just need someone who will work hard and will be reliable and steady.”
I don’t know if I will be able to do it, but I am going to give it a good man’s try. The lady acted like it was a job for which they are having problems filling the position. She sounded just as excited as I was when I said I would take it. It must be kind of a crappy job. But I’ve wanted to work for months now. I am a hard worker when I set my mind to it. The first thing I am going to do with my first paycheck is to buy that camera part to get my camera working. I have missed it more than anything in the world. It has been over a week and dad has said nothing about it since he said he ordered it. I just hope I can manage my anxiety. If push comes to shove then I will get a new doctor who will prescribe me stronger medications that will allow me to continue to work. Well, here goes my trial by fire and either a great accomplishment or my worst blunder in years. Sometimes, you just gotta take a chance and try, though. The worst thing that can happen is that I have to quit because of the anxiety. Let’s hope not and pray for the best.