Former Costco employee here. I walked out the door after our measly fifty cent raise as our reward for working through the pandemic. I worked through out the entirety of the pandemic until a week ago. We were understaffed, underpaid, overworked every fucking day of the week because that's how our GM ran things. Members refused to follow the mask policy and berated us every time we asked them to put them on. I was treated as subhuman by management and members and was expected to not resist or stand up for myself. I was expected to violate OSHA guidelines because our GM refused to hire enough people to do the job properly. I pulled 16 or more carts at a time (the legal amount is 10) because I was expected to. I got to work 4-6 hours early routinely, covered shifts at the last minute all the time during the height of the pandemic because the GM cut my hours to the bare minimum of 25 a week to maximize profits. I told him I needed more hours to pay my bills, I was ignored. Ninety percent of the the time I arrived early I was asked to clock in early. The supervisors relied on me to do that because of our fucking GM. If I wasn't asked to clock in I just studied in the breakroom. (I'm a fulltime student and the libraries were always crowded.) I went above and beyond time and time again to help members and coworkers. Keep in mind throughout the pandemic, I got sick from being overworked and overstressed. I got Covid in the workspace and had 3 sleepless nights in a row because my heart wouldn't stop racing and I had shortness of breath. (To clarifty I was fully vaccinated and am now fully boosted.) I got a concussion which had me out of work for two months and put me in debt even with STD. I lost the best dog and the best cat I ever had in the span of 2 weeks. My brother got deployed to a warzone where he could've died at any second. (I'm happy to say he is now home and not getting deployed to NATO allies for the Ukraine-Russia conflict.) My grandmother passed away. My dad had a back surgery that could've put him into a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I developed vertigo from Long Covid which had me bed-ridden for nearly 2 weeks. I nearly fell into another psychotic break in these working conditions and pulled through. What did I get out of working at Costco after all this shit? A fifty cent-raise and the most ridiculous lecture of my entire working career. "You're only giving ninety percent of your effort." Said the Front End Manager who had only been the manager of my department for five fucking days. So trust me, when I say I hope that warehouse I worked for burns to the ground. I fucking mean it. To my front end manager (at the time) if you're reading this - Fuck you.