24.6.03

I'm beginning to be annoyed with the lack of feactures that this site has, I'm lost in the html, and don't know how to redo it. I think I may switch to LJ, even though this is mainly for my sanity anyway.

I am weak. I send off an email last night, on an oddly brave/painful whim, and a response actually returned this evening. I cannot bring myself to read it, despite the smile in the subject line. All I really want to say is that the torch I bear can probably be seen from the moon, and that I'm helpless in sorting out whether I'm taking the right path with my life. I can do that to myself, but I can't to either of the people who I should be telling - the recipient of the email, and the person who I spend most of my time with.

12.3.03

http://www.zazzle.com/products/product/product.asp?caching=on&product%5Fid=235390915963277860&index=1&side=front

Tempting.

And in me news, what a surprise not much has happened. My credit card is under $600 for the first time in a while, now to sit on it some more and get that bastard paid off. I'm going to do my best to be responsible, so I can actually get out of here. Yes, posting at 5 am isn't quite responsible. Details.

6.2.03

I really do dislike my job. I want out, but I have to find something else first. I think I'll go out and take a wander, see what I can find. Maybe something will turn up.
Retales

Wed, February 05 2003 - 1:13 PM
by: Gabe

I worked retail for a long time, so these pages form the EB employee hand book stir up some pretty bad memories for me. People who have worked retail for any amount of time can share stories like veterans of some foreign war. It is a shared experience that allows people who would otherwise probably never get along to laugh and joke like old college buddies.

My very first job when I was sixteen was as a ball boy at a golf course. I spent three years as a paid target and I can remember thinking that "anything would be better than this shitty job". My first Christmas working at Toys R Us made me long for the days of taking a well struck golf ball in the middle of my back and chasing coyotes off of the course with my ball picker. People who have worked retail wear their Christmas shifts like badges of honor on their blue and red smocks. For me the worst was Christmas 96, the year Tickle Me Elmo hit stores. It's still hard for me to talk about even today. I watched old ladies get in fist fights over these plush red devils on a daily basis. I can still remember vividly Christmas Eve at midnight. There I was in the stuffed animal isle with a large white trash hick in a hunting vest yelling at me at the top of his lungs. I had just informed him that we were sold out of Elmo and he was not a happy wife beating drunkard. "YOU BETTER PULL ONE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING ASS YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Tiny bits of spittle hit my face as he yelled. I thought when I left Toys R Us and went to Circuit City to be a real salesman things would be different.

What I learned is that retail is retail no matter what your job title is. It doesn't matter if they call you a Sales Associate , a Customer Service Team Member or an EB Game Pro. You are working in retail and your life is pain and sorrow. Tycho mentioned that we met a manager at our Local EB who obviously subscribed to the insane philosophy of their handbook. Tycho never worked retail so I can forgive him this tiny mistake. What we encountered at EB that day was no mere manager. No, what we saw was something far worse. Anyone in retail could have spotted her a mile away and this same person, after identifying her for what she was would no doubt run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. What we saw that day was a district manager. These accursed demons travel from their own dimension to this one once every few months to terrorize the mortals they employ. They are grown in huge vats of blood and their tiny black brains, like bits of charcoal are filled with company propaganda from the day they open their leathery wings and take their first wobbly steps towards their BMW. Having never actually worked as a sales person for even a day all of their knowledge of sales comes from the company handbook, which they believe is infallible.

Picture if you will a young Gabe, dressed in his red Circuit City shirt cleaning and organizing the computers in his department. Now picture the evil district manager, let's call him Rich since that is his name. Picture this hell sent monster swooping down on Gabe and cornering him against a wall. "Why aren't you helping that customer over there?" his forked tongue flicks in and out of his mouth as he speaks and his breath smells like rotting flesh. "uh... Well they...uh, said they didn't need any help." I am just barely able to get the words out. "FOOOL!" He cries. "All customers need help! What did you say to them?!" My eyes drop from his burning red face to the death grip he has on his Starbucks coffee cup. His sharpened black talons are threatening to crack the Styrofoam at any minute. " I uh…asked if they needed any help and they said no." He lets out a cry that shakes the very foundation of the store. I can hear the CD's playing in the Audio department skip as dust and debris rain down from the rafters. His face is only inches from mine now and his words are slow and deliberate. "You never ask a customer if they need help. They will always say they are just looking. What you do is start a conversation with them." I just pissed myself. "What should I ask them?" I stammer out. He raises up to his full height and unfolds his bat like wings. He is silhouetted against the four massive windows in front of the store. Outside it's snowing lightly and the road is busy with cars. I imagine where those cars are going. Are those people driving to jobs that that they hate as much as I hate mine? When his voice starts again it is like thunder and I am afraid. "Tell them you have been inside all day and ask them if it is still snowing outside!" A tiny voice in my head begs me not to tell him that the entire front of the store is made of glass and that it is plainly obvious to anyone with working eyes that there is snow falling. "Thank you sir, I'll do that."

-Gabe out

21.1.03

Coldplay show tonight, about time. Send me something! Town: Oompa, Name: Goj. Nothing really to talk about, I'm somewhat bored. If you're in the Orlando area, I'm saved at a SC2 machine w/a 22-2 record, take on mny double.

8.1.03

Yawn. I turn in the paper today/tomorrow for a promotion - bout time. MA will be mine, so I can go back to getting pwnd by Feen and gang. So this is what it feels like living on your own. Other than the reversing sleep schedule, I like it. Especially when on your own doesn't mean alone, thigns just feel better. Magic game tonight, vs Yao Ming and the Rockets. Blazin Azn throw it down!

11.12.02

I have an affinity for Ben Folds Five now. I'm also the new owner of a wonderful jacket, thanks to a wonderful person. Perfect. And classes almsot over. Only thing I regret is not having a large number of people who I can talk with on a regular basis. Will have to figure out a way to get MechAssault back, for the sole purpose of playing Live with the crew.