Just got home from work.

My store loaned me out to a Neighborhood Market that's going to open soon. That's okay, it's closer to where I live.

But this morning, I'm listening to ASp1 (having already listened to ASp2 earlier) and I see a bunch of the store's employees gather in a big circle near the registers. I'm not paying attention.
I finish up some work in the back, and after listening to John Galt's sell Atlantis to Ellis Wyatt, and listening to Dagny's scream (I swear I'm going to make that a ringtone :D ), I'm walking out past this circle of employees.
Suddenly they all cheer, and one person says, "Give me a W!"... I kid you not these employees all spelled out "W-A-L-M-A-R-T" like they were a bunch of high school kids at a football game.

If that wasn't creepy enough, just before I ducked into the office to clock out, I heard (presumably) the manager ask, "Whose Walmart is this?" and they all shouted, "MY WALMART".

I grew up in the cult era of the 70s, so this really creeped me out.

But, I was thinking like Galt, or Rand. Because, what I thought was, "No, this is not my Walmart; people do not tell me what to do with my property. This is a business. I have contracted to do certain work for you in exchange for a certain amount of dollars. This pep rally is a not-so-subtle attempt to engage my emotions in order to extract from me more work than that for which you have contracted."

Bear in mind, that... person... Sam Walton once said individuals don't win; teams win.

Oxymoron of the day; The Walmart collective.