This is how bad Sunday was. I came in at 9 a.m. There were only two of us at the Service Desk all day. When the 7 a.m. girl went to lunch, I was alone. When she left at 4 p.m., I was alone until 9 p.m. (she had to, because she can't get overtime, I can because I'm part-time and it is not overtime). For those of us doing the math, that was a 12-hour shift. I really hated Wal-Mart Sunday night. I returned more than $5,000 in merchandise, shifted more than $7,000 in cash back and forth and had to take out $4,100 in loans from the Cash Office, the most ever for a non-payday day for me.
It was hellacious, made worse by some of the most evil customers this side of Satan. Well, some of them could give Satan a run for their money.