A supermarket who's unwavering policy is to spoil and pamper every last customer into thinking they are always right, at the expense of their associates. They claim to go to any lengths to protect their associates, but in reality, will scoff and tell them the customer is always right. They labor under the delusion that their employees live to pay freeway tolls, judging from the 25-cent raises they award their most submissive slaves every six months. I don't recommend working there unless you enjoy having customers complain about your five-o-clock shadow, then having to quickly invent a story about why you didn't shave that morning to tell your manager, after which you will be written up. The managers excel at making others feel miserable. Their most common activity is sitting in their air-conditioned office, counting the store's total profits for the week and watching the entire store on the security cameras, laughing manically the whole time. Meanwhile, you are standing at a cash register listening to some asshole yell about how he couldn't find a product we don't carry, followed by an old lady who insists that the 99-cents-off coupon means the product actually costs 99 cents, followed by a homeless dude who reeks of body odor and gives you a handful of dimes, nickels and pennies to pay for his loaf of bread, leaving you to count out the correct amount while he helps himself to the complementary coffee. Five minutes later, some prick raises an uproar over the fact that there is no coffee left, prompting the managers to award him a free pack of coffee in the hopes that this will inspire him to return. Oh yeah, they don't even give discounts to their employees. Fuck Publix, I sincerely hope they go bankrupt.
Don't work for Publix, they will force you to sacrifice your dignity!
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