I couldn't find the original thread about the floodgates to hell being open, so on with the show....
This has been a week from hell....and I still have to work Saturday! Oy!
Tuesday - Latin Hip-hop group in for signing. New Ridaz which used to be NB Ridaz which used to be Nasty Boy Click. Attendant hoochies wearing clothing that was w-a-a-a-y to small and not covering things it should have been.
Wednesday - noticed two guys (big baggy shirts, baggy low-slung pants) with handbaskets. Now where the hell did they get those? We quit using them, keep reading for why. Hung around in the rap section and kept putting CDs in the baskets. Me, Joel (other music assoc), Ava (music mgr), and Karen (Guest Service Mgr) all mosey up front. The two guys head towards one register, Karen calls them over to hers. One decides to try to run, Ava makes a grab for him, he winds up tripping on his own pants and falls out the door. Joel follows him and knocks him down. Now the other genius decides to go. Karen get a hand full of shirt and they go through the door, I'm right behind them with a grip on same shirt. Both of them manage to get up and bolt, but they didn't get anything! I was full prepared to sit on the guys neck, literally! This is why we don't use handbaskets!
Thursday - Guy comes in and makes me open up one of the CD repair kits and put it together. Then he tells me that he had already returned one because it didn't work. Well, buddy, if you had brought that over or had me called to the front counter, we could have figured out if *yours* was defective (which I think it was). Then starts ranting on about how we don't know how to use the electronic stuff we sell (this thing was a hand-crank job, not electronics). Then he started about the traffic and how he had to drive all the way over here! Dur, it's 5pm, whaddya expect.
And don't get me started about traffic, I live by the Balloon Park!
Then there's the, ehem, *lady* that, for some reason, bought her toddler a Buzz Lightyear costume without the kid ever seeing the movie. Well, the computer says we have a copy, but sometimes when it gets down to onesies, we don't really have it. Or another helpful customer has generously reshelved it somewhere else for us. Oh, and I was working in Music, the Video Mgr, Rye, was on break. So I look through everything and I can't find it and explain what happens when the computer shows one on hand. Well, she wants to talk to a manager! Rye had just gotten back, so I got her over to him and explained the situation and went back to my department. Talked to Rye later and he was saying, "What a bitch!" She told me she had been there looking for it an hour, by the time she talked to Rye, it was two hours. Yeah, no, if you were there that long, he would have been helping you and wouldn't have gone on break. And talking to a manager isn't going to make the movie magically appear!
Friday - Answer the phone and some guy asks for a particular CD. Yeah, we have it, let me go get a copy. Get back to the phone and ask him if he wants it held. Get this, he's in the store and can I bring it to him?
Uh, no, you gotta walk your lazy ass over to the Music desk. Why, oh, why didn't he just tell me he was to fracking lazy to look himself? It's not like it was hard to locate.
Then up comes a lady wanting to hear the new Evanescence album to see if she wants it. Well, we've got several displays of it around, so I walk over the one near me and grab a copy to see if its on the kiosk yet (they're not terribly up-to-date, I hate them). She asks me what the difference is between that one and the ones that are up front. I so wanted to say, "Um, those are up there and this one was here." Seriously, it's obviously the same CD! It's not on there, so she asks me if "she" has anything else out. I told her, yes, "they" do. And she has unfortunately reproduced.
I shudder to think of what tomorrow might bring. I need to go consume mass quantaties!
This has been a week from hell....and I still have to work Saturday! Oy!
Tuesday - Latin Hip-hop group in for signing. New Ridaz which used to be NB Ridaz which used to be Nasty Boy Click. Attendant hoochies wearing clothing that was w-a-a-a-y to small and not covering things it should have been.
Wednesday - noticed two guys (big baggy shirts, baggy low-slung pants) with handbaskets. Now where the hell did they get those? We quit using them, keep reading for why. Hung around in the rap section and kept putting CDs in the baskets. Me, Joel (other music assoc), Ava (music mgr), and Karen (Guest Service Mgr) all mosey up front. The two guys head towards one register, Karen calls them over to hers. One decides to try to run, Ava makes a grab for him, he winds up tripping on his own pants and falls out the door. Joel follows him and knocks him down. Now the other genius decides to go. Karen get a hand full of shirt and they go through the door, I'm right behind them with a grip on same shirt. Both of them manage to get up and bolt, but they didn't get anything! I was full prepared to sit on the guys neck, literally! This is why we don't use handbaskets!
Thursday - Guy comes in and makes me open up one of the CD repair kits and put it together. Then he tells me that he had already returned one because it didn't work. Well, buddy, if you had brought that over or had me called to the front counter, we could have figured out if *yours* was defective (which I think it was). Then starts ranting on about how we don't know how to use the electronic stuff we sell (this thing was a hand-crank job, not electronics). Then he started about the traffic and how he had to drive all the way over here! Dur, it's 5pm, whaddya expect.

Then there's the, ehem, *lady* that, for some reason, bought her toddler a Buzz Lightyear costume without the kid ever seeing the movie. Well, the computer says we have a copy, but sometimes when it gets down to onesies, we don't really have it. Or another helpful customer has generously reshelved it somewhere else for us. Oh, and I was working in Music, the Video Mgr, Rye, was on break. So I look through everything and I can't find it and explain what happens when the computer shows one on hand. Well, she wants to talk to a manager! Rye had just gotten back, so I got her over to him and explained the situation and went back to my department. Talked to Rye later and he was saying, "What a bitch!" She told me she had been there looking for it an hour, by the time she talked to Rye, it was two hours. Yeah, no, if you were there that long, he would have been helping you and wouldn't have gone on break. And talking to a manager isn't going to make the movie magically appear!
Friday - Answer the phone and some guy asks for a particular CD. Yeah, we have it, let me go get a copy. Get back to the phone and ask him if he wants it held. Get this, he's in the store and can I bring it to him?

Then up comes a lady wanting to hear the new Evanescence album to see if she wants it. Well, we've got several displays of it around, so I walk over the one near me and grab a copy to see if its on the kiosk yet (they're not terribly up-to-date, I hate them). She asks me what the difference is between that one and the ones that are up front. I so wanted to say, "Um, those are up there and this one was here." Seriously, it's obviously the same CD! It's not on there, so she asks me if "she" has anything else out. I told her, yes, "they" do. And she has unfortunately reproduced.
I shudder to think of what tomorrow might bring. I need to go consume mass quantaties!

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