I will no longer shop @modcloth and I fucking hate it.

I so so SO hate that I had to make that decision. But when they sell their soul to the devil, and I don’t buy from the devil, I’m forced to make a stand.

It has nothing to do with ModCloth being indie and “selling out.” I don’t have an aversion to the corporate world or capitalism and I understand how business works. Once you get to a certain size, if you don’t have the capital to continue growing you’re either going to stagnate (and if you’re okay with that, fine) or you’re going to founder. The executives at ModCloth made a decision based on their goals as a company and I can respect that decision.

I just can’t respect who they sold themselves to.

Walmart is an abhorrent company and one in which I’ve actively refused to shop at for more than a decade now. This is based solely on my experience as an employee for a short time during my college years.

I wish I could say it was due to the people who shop there being assholes. Not all of them, of course, but a lot of people go into Walmart thinking it’s tailor-made for them and if they don’t get the world they’ll lose their shit. I’ve been screamed at, had things thrown at me, and had my job threatened because people are assholes and don’t know how to comport themselves in public like the adults they pretend to be. Working in public service should be a requirement for all humans on earth just so they have some perspective of how awful retail actually is. Actually, if that were a thing I imagine working in retail would get a whole hell of a lot better because people wouldn’t be such fuck holes to retail workers.

No. It was due to the fact that I was sexually harassed by my manager and retaliated against.

I was about 20 and I genuinely thought he was just being nice. It was nothing overt. A compliment, a candy bar, nothing crazy. He was twice my age and married so noticing him wasn’t even within my wheelhouse. Until he made a comment about me sleeping over because his wife was out of town and how he could sneak me out of the house in order to avoid the kids in the morning.

Imagine my surprise trying to dodge that curveball. Except I was so shocked I didn’t dodge it. He inserted himself into walking with me to my car and then proceeded to trap me in it. Nothing violent, but with me standing between my open car door and the car, and his hand on the car door and on the roof, I wasn’t going anywhere. He asked for a hug and I just gave him one in order to get him the fuck away from me so I could get into my car and lock it.

The next time I spoke to him it was over the phone at work because he called me to see how things were going. He was still my manager, after all. I used that time to tell him he got the wrong impression and that nothing was going to happen between us. He seemed to take it okay and that was the end of that.

Only I had to see him constantly and I started manifesting my stress physically in constant stomach pain. I went to my doctor and it took some digging on his part, but I finally told him what happened. He asked me if I reported it yet. When I told him no he pushed for me to report it, at least internally. And if I needed proof of what the event was doing to me everything was documented in my medical file. I kind of brushed him off because I had already taken care of it.

Until I got my next review.

Mind you this is taking place maybe within three weeks, from catalyst to reporting. Just before I told him to back off I’d gotten a review that I was doing really well, I was getting everything done, my customer service was excellent. After I told him to back off all of a sudden my work’s crap, I can’t do anything right, my customer service sucks.

I filed a formal report immediately. No. Not dealing with that. Not when I didn’t do anything wrong and he was just being vindictive. Mind you it wasn’t even him who gave me that poor review. A manager from a completely differently department that I had nothing to do with gave it to me. Why ? I have no idea. Probably because he knew he was being a vindictive shit bag.

Walmart doesn’t get a total shit smear in this whole fiasco. They instituted an immediate internal restraining order that required him to remain at least 50 feet away from me at all times. That meant I got booted out of the department I was in and stuck back up as a cashier. At this point I can’t remember if he was required to take time off. I wouldn’t be surprised if that did happen, but I just can’t remember.

Then they interviewed people. A lot of people. A lot of women. I’m not sure exactly what they found, but it was enough to demote him and transfer him to another store. At minimum he couldn’t keep his fucking paws off the female workers. At worst . . . ?

Everything was confidential. Which meant everyone knew fucking everything and people were looking at me like I’d set a puppy on fire. Because he’s so nice. He would never do that. She’s just a slut (don’t get me started on how too close to high school all that shit was). Never mind he hit up every poon hole he could get his hands on in that store. Of course his twat of a wife blamed me and every other woman who ever came within ten feet of him instead of her philandering husband. Because of course it’s not HIS fault.

So he’s gone. I can’t go back to the department I was originally in because that would just be awkward (why??? I didn’t harass myself) so I was stuck being a cashier which, at the time, was WAAAAAAAY to forward facing for me. I couldn’t keep it together. I kept having nervous breakdowns at the register in front of co-workers and customers alike. It got to a point where I took myself off the lane, handed in my drawer, grabbed my stuff and walked out. I just couldn’t do it.

What killed it for me was the store manager, who practically held my hand through the whole ordeal, was the one screaming in my face about getting back to work because it’s a busy Sunday morning (while I’m hyperventilating and sobbing, mind you). I said no, I need to go home. Then he proceeded to yell, in the parking lot, that I could consider myself suspended and he would do everything in his power to get me terminated. He didn’t need “people like me” working there.

People like me.

That can mean so many things, can’t it? So I told him don’t bother. I quit. I never looked back. And I never went back,

I tried going into a Walmart once a handful of years later. They’d brought the Op brand back and I wanted to check out the shirts. I got fifty feet in the door before my vision started blacking out and the world started spinning. I left immediately. Have not been in a Walmart or any of its companies since. I will go out of my way not to shop at a Walmart if I have to. When I was still living in Connecticut it was a dozen miles or more out of my way. I refuse.

I will not give that company my money that treated me like I was some whore who should have just kept her mouth shut because check-out lines. Fuck you. And it’s not like Walmart doesn’t have a laundry list of complaints against them for how they treat their employees.

And now that ModCloth is a subsidiary? No. You’ve lost a customer. I’m sure you’ll gain many more, but it’s sad. I love your clothes. I’d literally put an order in the day before the announcement was made. It was my last. I’m done. I can’t, in good conscience, continue to shop at ModCloth knowing my money it going to a company I so despise. And while I understand the need to inject capital into their business, considering Walmart’s track record, it doesn’t sit right that this was the best deal they got, all things considered. I guess we look at things very differently.

Any suggestions on ModCloth replacements?

Sorry, comments are closed for this post.