I've worked grocery for a while now, and I'm sick of hams (and not the ones in the deli). I’ve worked in two different stores over several years now, one larger warehouse-type that saw a lot of lower income and food stamps, and now a swankier local neighborhood place that gets a lot of housewives and retirees. Over this time, I’ve learned a couple things that I just gotta get off my normal-sized chest: Sorry for the length. Long time lurker, first time poster, but let’s just say today was a whale of a shift.