Personal Narrative: Name Tags In The Workplace

I noticed that there were many employees that were not wearing name tags. I counted six employees out in the grocery aisles that were not wearing name tags. My cashier and my bagger were not wearing name tags. The employee that helped me in the Hot Bar was not wearing a name tag. The employee that helped me find a product’s location was not wearing a name tag. The employee that helped me find a product, his attire looked different from the other Ingles employees that were working. He was a Caucasian male about 20 years old. His hair was brown and his face was clean shaving without glasses. He was wearing a Carolina Gamecock baseball cap, a black Ingles polo shirt, baggie khaki cargo pants and dirty tennis shoes. We walked to the aisle where he pointed out the item I wanted. He was polite and kept his attention on the task at hand.

She was wearing a hair net over her dark hair, black Ingles polo shirt and an apron. She was about 23 years old and five feet, eight inches tall. Her attention was on me and she was courteous. The corn in the Hot Bar was old looking with faded color. At my checkout, the cashier was a female Caucasian about 19 years old. She had medium length dark hair, a black Ingles polo shirt, khaki pants and stood around five feet, seven inches tall. She smiled and said, “Hello, Do you have an Ingles card?” When I went to pay for my items, she asked, “Debit or credit?” She handed me my receipt and said, “Thank you.” The bagger never made eye contact or spoke to me. He was a Caucasian male about 17 years old, five feet, ten inches tall, dark hair over his ears, clean shaving, black Ingles polo shirt, khaki pants, no apron. All the employees I dealt with were polite and courteous. But it all seemed mechanical and lacked any friendly