I also worked at a Walmart, that was a pretty interesting experience. What happened there?
I didn't last there long, only about 2 weeks really, it was a store that was heavily understaffed, and originally I was on as a stocker for 14 an hour, but they lied and changed it, told me that job offer was no longer available despite being accepted on for it, then got made to do 11 an hour in the clothing department, but was never actually in the clothing department, I was just made to do stocking, and zoning, and then told me I have to maintain the paint, hunting, and fabric section all at once, while stocking and making sure products where they needed to be, so essentially they wanted me to be able to issue hunting/fishing license, sell paint, and cut fabric while making sure my carts are done and ofc customers constantly nagging me about shit I have no clue about since I'm new, and all alone. If a customer needed something I had no clue to do, I'd have to wander the store aimlessly until I found a staff member that could actually help.
I'm willing to admit that while I didn't live in luxury, I got to be lazy a good portion of life, and so maybe I didn't have enough will, but that job to me was exhausting, my feet would have blisters and be sore, since I have deformed feet, and I'd have to come home to my waste of a space brother who acts like a man child, and after a little over a week of that, I said fuck it, and almost committed suicide since I already had other shit in life eating at me, and it was walmart that broke me. I went to a ward for 5 days, they did nothing to help me with my issues, and I consider it getting screwed over, while I watched those in there who were worse off than me bullied and treated like trash.
During my time in the ward though, I was pretty manic (Idk if that is actually applicable but, its the word that best describes it) My roommate was terrified of me and thought I was going to kill him in his sleep because I was laughing so much and felt great, he was a guy with anger issues and autism. On my second day I believe, a 7 ft schizophrenic guy named Bruce entered and was threating to kill a nurse and I fucking died laughing, the shit he'd say would make me just laugh and I couldn't control myself, my roommate pleaded me to stop, and I couldn't. My laughing made my roommate laugh, and my roommate was scared of Bruce. Bruce came over to me, and threatened to kill me which made me laugh even more, and then him and I started laughing together. He was a cool guy, all the schizophrenics were pretty fucking amazing, and when I saw how the staff treated them, it made me want to kill them.
I found myself in that situation during college as well. Looking back, I just wanted to be at college; I wasn't really interested in or passionate about a career outcome. If you find yourself not getting work done because you don't actually care enough to do it, best to pull the plug earlier rather than later with more debt stacked up.
It's mainly the IT classes I don't care for, the rest I do with ease, I'm going to try to save up money to transfer to another community college in the state my friend wants me to go to, because if I get accepted there, they have a program that garuantees admission into the university. I don't have passion for IT, but I do dream of computer science and going into the development of artificial intelligence.