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I found a few things at a flea on Sunday, I've just been too lazy to capture their images and post.
In the meantime, this just happened.
A pair of teenage boys were coming into the store and dragging their bikes with them.
"I'm sorry, you can't bring them in here. This is a store, not a garage."
I hear one of the boys mumble something and then the other one said, "This FUCKING guy, I'm not getting my fucking bike stolen".
Updated 28 Jun 2012 at 05:21 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
I didn't hit up many places this week and I struck out at the few that I did.
I went to Oswego to check out the couple of pawn shops that I was aware of. I never have much luck out there which always struck me as odd. It's a college town. Students are always buying shit they can't afford and then selling it for pot. It should be a gold mine.
My luck did not change. I got a couple cheap psp and ds games cib, but all the older stuff was damn near non existent or way over
Updated 19 Jun 2012 at 05:50 AM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
Today was an O-K day.
I decided to hit Clay/North Syracuse and DeWitt/East Syracuse.
The first place I stopped was K-mart in Fulton. There was a small blurb in the ad about clearance games being buy one, get one 40% off.
They didn't have much of anything. This Kmart is hit or miss with me. Fulton is a small city and there's a super walmart, which is where most people go. Kmart is usually a ghost town.
The employees rarely keep up with the markdowns, which is good
Updated 06 Jun 2012 at 11:30 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
I'm going to shift the focus of this blog. I gotta be honest, there is only so much I can bitch about concerning videogame retail. It's the same stuff, different day every day. The faces change, but the stories are all the same. Hence the whole nine posts since this started.
So instead, I'm going to share my shopping experiences. You are so interested, ADMIT IT!
Most of what I sell is from trade ins or clearance sales. But a small part of it comes from me hitting up
Updated 05 Jun 2012 at 09:15 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
(I always forget to catergorize. MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE PUT IN A BOX!)
The nicest thing about the Christmas season is that it's about the only time of year I get to see females who aren't complete hags.
98% of my customer base is male. The remaining 2% are either nerd emo girls who wear way too much make up and eat way too many Twilight emblazoned candy bars or they are haggard neighborhood moms with about a hundred miles of bad highway running down their hollow faces. I know there are hot moms out there, but they must all go to the mall locations 11 months
Updated 15 Dec 2011 at 06:55 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
I'm a shitty fucking mood today.
It didn't start that way.
Even though it was rainy and I didn't want to get out of bed, by the time I got in my car for my hour long drive to work I was feeling pretty good.
I opened the doors to customers at 11:55 am. By 12:10 I was ready to go home.
Nine times out of ten, the only people who are at my door first thing are people needing cash. Cash for diapers, cash for smokes, cash for drugs, and cash cash cash cash. One
You can take it for granted that I hate most customers. Ok, all customers.
But the ones that I hate the most, the ones that I'd love to shove my arm down their throat, grab hold of their raisinet balls and rip them out through their mouths? The goddamn game nerds.
They're all the same, and they're all the worst. They always come in in pairs. They're like the goddamn Sith of video game retail. There is Super Nerd who makes sure to point out all the "interesting" facts
Updated 07 Sep 2011 at 02:15 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
"How are you doing today?" Guy is dressed nice and offers the first greeting. This should go well!
"Fine! Is there anything I can help you find or any questions I can answer?"
"Yeah, how much can I get for this game?" Whips out a PS3 Modern Warfare 2. I open it and check out the disc.
"You're looking at $20 cash or $25 store credit."
"Can't you make it $25 cash? I need to go to the DMV and..." Why do people think I give
Updated 12 Aug 2010 at 06:19 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
There's a common misconception concerning me going around the community I work in. No, not the racism stuff, that is true. No, I am referring to the idea that I hate kids. I don't hate kids. I love kids (w'sup Mzo, Shine). I have friends who are kids. I do hate the "parents" of most kids that come into the shop though. I put that in quotes because I think parents is a misnomer for these people. From what I can tell, there isn't any parenting going on.
I'm going to
Ah Summer Time!
How I loathe thee.
Summer means the stinky people that frequent the store are even stinkier.
Summer means the greasy people that frequent the store are even greasier. Seriously. Usually I only have to wipe down the glass showcases at the end of the day. But if the temperature outside hits anywhere higher than 72 then the glass looks like someone smeared Vaseline all over it within minutes of opening the door.
Summer means everyone has
Updated 24 Jun 2010 at 04:19 PM by Some Stupid Japanese Name
I've never seen the reason to have these things. Most people just are not that interesting, and have nothing interesting to share unless they heard/read it from some other far more interesting source.
But we all want to be noticed.
We all want attention. Especially those of us who say we don't.
The only things even remotely interesting about my everyday life are the people who frequent the game shop I work at.
So I plan on filling this space with pictures and anecdotes