Meijer — Local services in Springfield

2 years ago this store was much better run. I dont know what happened, but the employees dont seem to care anymore. They arent doing great about pulling expired items from the shelves. Was looking through the meat isles the other day and there were several packages of meat that were well past date (so past date that they were discolored and had a iridescent slimy film on the meat) and were very obviously bad, smelled bad. Quite a few packages that were on the last day. This store should be utilizing their flash foods app for these. But when I asked about it or about a discount on the product expiring that day, they wouldnt. First off no one was monitoring the meat counter so i waited for a bit till someone from another department noticed and went and found someone. Sorry but Im not paying full price for meat on its expiration day. I was told to come back tomorrow and they would think about dicounting it. Well tomorrow the meat would be expired and they shouldnt be selling it past the expiration date. Seems they would rather throw the meat away. Which is very wasteful. I dont understand why they arent putting items on the flash foods app tons of items could be saved this way.

The produce used to be better too. But even thats not upkept like it should be, it used to be so much better.

Go over to the plants section and no one is watering the plants, all wilted. Also they had mealy bugs on some of them.

Used to be great. Ill be...

In the bright, orderly vastness of Meijer, one is initially lulled into a sense of modern abundance, aisles gleaming, shelves obediently stacked with the infinite choices that define our era’s illusion of control. The store stands as a cathedral to commerce, its cleanliness and organization suggesting, for a fleeting moment, that human effort can indeed wrest order from the chaos of existence.

Yet even here, in this carefully curated sanctuary, the truth asserts itself. Towering pallets and hulking carts materialize like indifferent beasts, stationed abruptly in the arteries of progress. Workers, engaged in the endless ritual of stocking, maneuver among crates and boxes with the stoic resignation of those who know their labor is Sisyphean. To pass through these aisles during such times is to confront the raw mechanics of consumption, the backstage reality behind our neatly packaged hopes.

We wait, we detour, we push around obstacles as though navigating the debris of civilization itself. And in those moments, we are reminded: even the most sanitized temples of convenience cannot fully shield us from the cumbersome machinery that sustains them.

A clean store, abundant offerings, and yet the aisles, occasionally impassable, whisper a quiet truth: order is always temporary, and inconvenience is the toll we pay to maintain...

Although the store was neat, vlean, and brightly lit, there were a couple of older ladies working by the dressing rooms that were extremely rude. I'm not from the area and I was looking in the women's clothing. I had about 6 items and walked around to find the dressing rooms. Which ended up being permanently closed. So I walked over to a rack with my items so I could do my best to measure them up to myself. As I'm unloading them to the rack one of them yells, litterallyyells, from about 30 yards away, "....You better put those back on the wall where they go." It caught me off guard, and I didn't understand what she said before that. I look around and find them staring me down while they're leaned over a table talking. Then the other one yells, "yeah, you heard her!" I just think wow. That's crazy, maybe they weren't talking to me. So I continued taking items off hangers and literally, measuring them up to the front of my body. Then they yell again, "You can't try clothes on!" SMH. They were awful. And if I was a regular in the area, I would never come back. My visit to the store was 6/8/2023,...