Back when my aunt managed a Wal-Mart, she'd always talk about what a great company they are to work for and one of her favorite things to do was handle destruction of returned merchandise. I remember her going on about how returned clothes got just automatically tossed into the dumpster and that the homeless would sometimes get the clothes and wear them.
Now a normal person might just decide, hey, let's donate this stuff or something. But not her. She'd make sure it was all completely shredded, then pour used motor oil on it too so it couldn't be used as a rag or blankets. They'd do that for food too, even though they didn't have to. She hated the homeless.
She was one of the "chosen group" of high level managers the company sent to Germany in the late 90s to try and shove Wal-Mart down their throats. She came back bitching about those mean rude Germans, calling her "American Pig", and refusing to speak English! Just awful!. I later found out she was horribly rude to everyone, completely shit on the culture and everyone she met, refused to learn a word of German, and ran around screaming something like "ICK BEN AMERICAN! SPRICKEN THE ENGLISH!" at random people whenever she needed something.
She ended up later leaving Wal-Mart and trying to start her own retail business and completely lost her ass on it. Billed it as an upscale antique shop type place for rich tourists, but it was all new stuff bought from catalogs made to look old and she'd order a fuckton too much then raise the price like 300%. I handmade a bunch of outdoor crafts for her to sell like garden archways and birdhouses (which were the only sales she ever had).
Eventually she realized she was losing everything, so she left my uncle (after 20+ years of marriage) left him holding the bag for everything and then fled across the country to live with her kids and filed for divorce. Haven't really heard from her since.