to “belong” at Wal*Mart.
to be trusted at Wal*Mart.
to be included in private jokes at Wal*Mart.
to be greeted when entering and exiting the store at Wal*Mart.
to be sat with in the employee lounge at Wal*Mart.
to be “family” at Wal*Mart.

That’s what I realized tonight “whilst at Wal*Mart”. 
The tragedy?
I turned in my two weeks notice yesterday.
“Et tu, Brute?”