So today is the first day of the first week of summer (for all the local high schools that is.) we open at 11:00 AM. it is now around 12:45 AM. usually this part of the day is dead slow. I usually just pace the store to pass the time, But today is a little different as you can imagine. Many many young kids all just wandering around. not that I'm complaining, they are all mostly buying stuff so I'm cool with it.
But the annoyances started at 11:01 today with the first kid asking for and application. We do not have applications, instead we use resumes to reflect our professionalism and....and....dedication and...awesomeness (obviously i just made that last part up, we just don't want to print out applications). So boy Dexter comes in and makes his way to the counter. I do my typical "Hows it goin' man?" yell, and he just continues to make his way to the counter with his eyes fixed on his shoes. he stops at the counter.
"Can I help you with something man?"
"Can I get an application?"
"Sorry we don't have applications, we require a resume, if you bring one in we will take a look at it."
This seemed to baffle him greatly and it appeared he almost started to shake. He stood there for a minute as another customer came and i helped them out. After I finished with the customer he spoke up again.
"um...how do I make a resume?"
wow...now i will admit I did have to ask that question too the first time i was required to make one, but that question was asked to a much more confidential source, Google. That's just not one of those questions you ask a potential future employer.
"I would recommend trying Microsoft Word."
baffled yet again he stood there in shock for a 10 seconds or so still starring at the same spot on his shoe.
"oh...okay."
and he walked out without another word.
Now that was quite awkward but still bearable. Now imagine this experience times 15. yeah that right, I've had 15 kids so far come in and repeat to the syllable this exact conversation. and all of which seemed to have a strange obsession with theirs shoes. kinda weird....
Now to be fair I have had about 2 kids come in that if we were hiring, and based on first impression alone, i would convince the owner to hire them right there. but unfortunately, we are not hiring.
I've also had a lot of kids ask if we were hiring over the phone. Now first off its my opinion that asking for a job over the phone just screams "I don't care, my mommy is making me get a job please hire me". Asking for a job over the phone when you are perfectly capable of just walking in is just as bad as breaking up with a girl over the phone, you just don't do it. That's my opinion on the matter, maybe some other people find it acceptable, but not me.
well anyways......
current total.
12:45 AM
Nerd applicants: 15
good applicants: 2
phone applicants: 6
-Andi
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Monday, June 2, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
So you don't want free money...
Thanks for the welcome guys! Ok, for my inaugural post I have something short and to the point...and also just plain inexplicable. Now, many stores have a membership of some kind to save on used game purchases, and we're no different. Except ours is free. Completely, no strings attached, free. For life.
So, a young girl comes in and, naturally, goes straight to the DS section. After looking for awhile she settles on a game, comes to the counter, and hands it to me for purchase.
"Is this all for you?", I ask.
"Yes", she replies simply.
"Do you have a membership wi..." (Rudely cut off.)
"No, and we don't want one!"
Taken aback slightly, I don't press the issue, retrieve her game, and finish the sale, slightly shaking my head.
Now, this isn't the first time morons...er, people have refused our membership, and we continually ask ourselves why when they do. I mean, would you refuse free money?
-Fastidious Steve
So, a young girl comes in and, naturally, goes straight to the DS section. After looking for awhile she settles on a game, comes to the counter, and hands it to me for purchase.
"Is this all for you?", I ask.
"Yes", she replies simply.
"Do you have a membership wi..." (Rudely cut off.)
"No, and we don't want one!"
Taken aback slightly, I don't press the issue, retrieve her game, and finish the sale, slightly shaking my head.
Now, this isn't the first time morons...er, people have refused our membership, and we continually ask ourselves why when they do. I mean, would you refuse free money?
-Fastidious Steve
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
very uneventful
a fairly borring and slow day, so i decided to keep some tallys.
without a word from me, the Ultimate Xbox fooled 8 people into it being a real Microsoft
prototype. morons
also....
while looking directly at our new and improved (much more visable + easy to read arrows) defective system sign, 5 people asked me if the systems on the stack worked.
*sigh*
stupid peoples..
-Andi
without a word from me, the Ultimate Xbox fooled 8 people into it being a real Microsoft
prototype. morons
also....
while looking directly at our new and improved (much more visable + easy to read arrows) defective system sign, 5 people asked me if the systems on the stack worked.
*sigh*
stupid peoples..
-Andi
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
BEHOLD!!! the Ultimate Xbox
so me and Brady decided to make this monstrosity today.
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081929.jpg
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081830b.jpg
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081830a.jpg
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081828.jpg
Brady wrote down some notes behind this beast on how to up sell it. throughout the day he convinced around 3 people that it was real.
the way we sold it was we told people that it was a prototype and it one of a kind etc. one of the morons who thought it was real even said he remembered seeing it in a store and decided not to get it.
even The Stinky bought that it was real. he walked over to it and his jaw drooped and asked us how much money it was.
just more proof of how stupid the average consumer is...
-Andi
*the handsome devil in the photos would be non other than Mighty Andi just in case you cared.*
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081929.jpg
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081830b.jpg
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081830a.jpg
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll179/hopkinsona/0415081828.jpg
Brady wrote down some notes behind this beast on how to up sell it. throughout the day he convinced around 3 people that it was real.
the way we sold it was we told people that it was a prototype and it one of a kind etc. one of the morons who thought it was real even said he remembered seeing it in a store and decided not to get it.
even The Stinky bought that it was real. he walked over to it and his jaw drooped and asked us how much money it was.
just more proof of how stupid the average consumer is...
-Andi
*the handsome devil in the photos would be non other than Mighty Andi just in case you cared.*
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
kults are krazy
a couple of days ago a very strange kid came in. he claimed he was a missionary from an unnamed Church asking for donations to spread world peace and family unity. he had briefcase of pooka shell necklaces and other 90's jewelry for some odd reason. all great sounding in theory but the way he stared at us (me and Jeff *owner*) and the way he acted, he had to have been a crack baby. so anyway, i was unimpressed with his speech but apparently Jeff was, he gave him a couple of bucks and he got the whole "god bless you" deal and he skipped (yes he skipped) away.
enter present time...
normal day for Andi and Brady. slow morning followed by fast evening. during one of the slower moments of the day a Asian kid walks in with a very familiar briefcase. he eyes are crooked and he introduces himself in broken English (sounded Japanese.). he was apparently with the same missionary group as the kid who came a few days earlier.
the whole time he spoke in very broken English and he tried very hard to get me to donate (no Jeff this time so i wasn't falling for it). i told him i was broke and he skipped (yes more skipping) out of the store to the next one. I told Brady the tale form a few days ago and we had a good laugh.
a few minutes later i decided i was hungry so i went to the local Mexican place next door. as i walk in i see non other than missionary kid right in front of me. he doesn't notice me and i like it that way because i just told him i was broke. as we go thru the line he starts talking to the servers to give them his order. only this time he spoke PERFECT ENGLISH! I was horrified he'd make that accent up but happy i didn't fall for it. but it gets better...when he got to the cashier, he reached into his donation cup and paid for it from his donations.
as he got his food i leaned over to the manager of the place and asked him if he had donated to this fraud. he kindly informed me that these kids come by all the time and that they belong to a con group trying to target the good charitable people of the area. as i left i waved to the kid and he smiled and waved back. i muttered "effing con" under my breath and i went back to the store.
kinda sad nowadays with these cons that you have to be weary of anyone asking for donations, not just smelly crack sniffing hobos anymore.
-Andi
enter present time...
normal day for Andi and Brady. slow morning followed by fast evening. during one of the slower moments of the day a Asian kid walks in with a very familiar briefcase. he eyes are crooked and he introduces himself in broken English (sounded Japanese.). he was apparently with the same missionary group as the kid who came a few days earlier.
the whole time he spoke in very broken English and he tried very hard to get me to donate (no Jeff this time so i wasn't falling for it). i told him i was broke and he skipped (yes more skipping) out of the store to the next one. I told Brady the tale form a few days ago and we had a good laugh.
a few minutes later i decided i was hungry so i went to the local Mexican place next door. as i walk in i see non other than missionary kid right in front of me. he doesn't notice me and i like it that way because i just told him i was broke. as we go thru the line he starts talking to the servers to give them his order. only this time he spoke PERFECT ENGLISH! I was horrified he'd make that accent up but happy i didn't fall for it. but it gets better...when he got to the cashier, he reached into his donation cup and paid for it from his donations.
as he got his food i leaned over to the manager of the place and asked him if he had donated to this fraud. he kindly informed me that these kids come by all the time and that they belong to a con group trying to target the good charitable people of the area. as i left i waved to the kid and he smiled and waved back. i muttered "effing con" under my breath and i went back to the store.
kinda sad nowadays with these cons that you have to be weary of anyone asking for donations, not just smelly crack sniffing hobos anymore.
-Andi
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
bizarro....
today was pretty creepy.....
all of our previously mentioned idiots came in today. but....they were all, not.....idiots.
skateboard kid
walked in, looked around, asked me when a game was coming out left.
yay for soul reaver kid
walked in, brought a game to the counter, bought it, left.
The Stinky
walked in, didn't ask to try out a game, but instead bought something (i think this one scares me the most.)
defective system kid
walked in, asks a semi-intelligent question, leaves.
i'm thinking it maybe a sign of the apocalypse.
-Andi
all of our previously mentioned idiots came in today. but....they were all, not.....idiots.
skateboard kid
walked in, looked around, asked me when a game was coming out left.
yay for soul reaver kid
walked in, brought a game to the counter, bought it, left.
The Stinky
walked in, didn't ask to try out a game, but instead bought something (i think this one scares me the most.)
defective system kid
walked in, asks a semi-intelligent question, leaves.
i'm thinking it maybe a sign of the apocalypse.
-Andi
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