retail is teh suck!

**Dolemite** · 03 Jan 2004, 04:52 PM

Originally Posted by Mzo

they're trying to lie and cheat to get money.

I do that.

**Videodrone** · 03 Jan 2004, 06:45 PM

Originally Posted by diffusionx

It's not that the world's population is dumb. It's that most of you guys who worked at a videogame store and sneered at the people paying your salary are just elitist fucks. That's right, just about all of you. I know, Ive been there.

Originally Posted by diffusionx

You're getting paid to do a job. If you're posting at TNL and working at a videogame store, chances are you wanted to work at said videogame store. So work, get your money, and shut the fuck up. Or, you can quit and get a different job. They are out there.

Both these are perfect.

diffusionx is spot on with everything he has said here. I see no harm in telling a funny story like Markryan, but anybody who bitches about what they voluntarily to earn a wage, is just stupid and lame.

**Kenshin** · 03 Jan 2004, 06:58 PM

Well, all I have to say about my experiences working the snack bar a movie theatre years ago is that it wasn't the customers that sucked (people are fairly well-behaved around here), it was the MANAGERS.

Holy fuck... it's like Famous Players chose our theatre to be the inept-manager dumping-ground or something.

I worked in a videogame store before that. We had the usual selection of regular weirdos (Reno was one, for example,) but I never had any insane encounters. The only memorable ones were on the phone: the kid who called every-single-fucking-day to ask when a certain title (I forget which one) would be released, and the calls from people who thought we were an adult video store (Underground Entertainment.)

**MarkRyan** · 03 Jan 2004, 07:57 PM

About the only other noteworthy thing that happened while I worked at Sam Goody involved pretty much just me.

I was working at the register, and if you've ever been to Sam Goody (hell, all retail places do this) you know that the employees have to sell customers stuff while they're being helped. Like, we're supposed to always talk about the Sam Goody club card (which is pretty much worthless unless you spend a whole lot of money on CDs), ask if the customer wants to reserve something, and ask if they want a free subscription to Entertainment Weekly (which is pretty dubious, but whatever).

Like I was saying, I was working the register and doing my thing, while my female manager was doing some work behind me. One guy comes up to check out and I'm ringing him up, while doing the whole selling thing. I look at his ID 'cause he's paying with a credit card, and I noticed it was a California ID (again, I was working at Sam Goody in Washington). I said something about me being from California, and he was telling me about Santa Cruz or something and being real friendly, and I didn't think much about it except that the guy did seem gay. Not flamboyant or anything, but he had that sway or something. Anyway, I get him to reserve a couple of CDs--Shania Twain was one, and I forget the other--so he's filling out the little card for a reservation. He writes his name, the CD he wants to reserve, and his phone number so we can call him when the CD comes in. He slides the reservation slip towards me with a little spin so I can read it and says, "Well if you want, you've got my number. Give me a call some time and we'll do something."

And no, I'm not gay. Afterwards my manager was like, "Oh my god, he was totally hitting on you" and when I told her that he gave me his number and told me to call him we were both rollin'. That wasn't the only time I got hit on by a guy, but it was definitely one of the slickest.

**Josh** · 03 Jan 2004, 08:30 PM

Congratulations, now you know that you look like a fag.

**MarkRyan** · 03 Jan 2004, 08:36 PM

My looks are good enough for my beautiful girlfriend. And I don't have a pink flower in my avatar.

**Satsuki** · 03 Jan 2004, 08:36 PM

That is possibly the worst shirt I have ever seen. It's up there with those "angel" and "Brat" shirts.

/edit nice sig 88! KISSES!

**Mzo** · 03 Jan 2004, 08:37 PM

Originally Posted by Dolemite

I do that.

So do I. You're one of the smart ones.

Originally Posted by diff

It's not that the world's population is dumb. It's that most of you guys who worked at a videogame store and sneered at the people paying your salary are just elitist fucks. That's right, just about all of you. I know, Ive been there.

There's a LOT of reasons why most people, rightfully so might I add, dont give a shit to learn as much about videogames as we did. Going into EB, the home of the sneering elitist nerds, must be an awful experience for them, and I cant say I dont blame 'em. But maybe youll listen to them on a sports talk radio show, spewing amazing amounts of facts and statistics from their head. And they think YOU'RE dumb because you cant do it.

I would say maybe 15-25% of people in my HS class are gonna graduate college. Does that mean the 75-85% are dumb? Maybe, maybe not. A lot of them are gonna end up being plumbers or bricklayers and what not. Sure, I can use residue theory to solve an integral, but I cant lay brick for shit.

Yeah, I don't blame people for not knowing things about video games. I blame them for being dumb. In any job in which you have to deal with the general public, you will get pissed off at a great number of people, because they're dumb. This has nothing to do with what people know or don't know about video games. Your point is valid, just shouldn't've been directed at me.

**Videodrone** · 03 Jan 2004, 08:37 PM

Though not as ammusing as MarkRyan's story, when I was working at Circuit City in college, a cute girl had come in with a printer problem. I tried diagnosing the problem the best I could. She didn't seem comfortable doing what I had told her to try. At that point she asked me if I could come over to check it out. She was cute, so I couldn't resist. I went over to her house (she lived with her mom, while she was in school). Her mother answered the door, and I introduced myself as the guy who was coming over to check out the printer. She looked at me blankly, "I thought you were here for dinner?" Sure enough, the girl comes to the door and says "I hope you hungry." with a smile. Sure shit, she went and had salad, dinner and dessert made for the both of us. The kicker is that after 3 hours of dinner and conversation, I stated "I better go check out that printer", considering that I was getting weirded out. I went to check out the printer, only find that it was hooked up and working fine. She asked me to stay and I felt too uncomfortable to leave. Once I finally did a few hours later, she asked if we could go out some time. She was cute and was good conversation, so I agreed. We went out to dinner downtown, and from our orignal conversation I remember her saying that she was a Junior at the locally college, as was I was a Junior in college as well. As we left the restaurant I asked if she wanted to stop for a drink at one of the downtown bars. I was at that point she dropped the bomb that she was 17! Yeah...she was a Junior in college...she started college at 15, she was some musical genius or something. I was totally freaked out. I took her home, gave her a kiss on the cheak and never called her ever again. She would stop in the store randomly to look for me, but I had some good look-outs, so I always ended up in the breakroom at the right time.
My wife and I went to dinner a few months back. The printer girl was our waitress. Luckily she was cool and let me know be her look that she reconized me, but never said anything in front of my wife.