TTOETL: Stop making me feel like shit every time I unintentionally miss a goal time. There's no way in God's green earth I could've picked and packed that entire cart (including 8 boxes of diapers, and 5 buckets of cat litter) in 24 minutes. And I don't believe for a SECOND that you could've done it in 20. You always find ways to beat me down for the stupidest reason, whether it be an INF that's CLEARLY not in the store, or a goal time missed taking the appropriate steps that you SCREAM AT ME CONSTANTLY about (checking the endcaps, back room aisle, consult a TM working in the department, check reshop). How about instead of making me feel like I'm to blame for everything that goes wrong, you focus on YOU. Let ME worry about ME.