On Sunday, July 26th, 2009, I made a job video blog, a.k.a. "vlog"
It was originally over 20 minutes, but of course I shortened it because well...frankly, no one would watch 20 minutes of random shit at my job (10 is pushing it) and also, YouTube won't accept it if it's over 10 minutes lol.
So here is my vlog in all its glory (not really...)
If the video is choppy or skippy seemingly, it is simply because I edited it that way, taking out over half the footage. I just wanted to give a tour of my place of employment. I find it interesting, and not interesting at all.
Fun!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
You're all just insane
Tonight's blog will consist of random stories!
Here lately we've had an onslaught of rude people at my store. Perhaps there was a national "Let's All Be An Asshole" holiday in which the general public (remember the synonym for "general public" is IDIOTS mind you!) of America partook?
I must have missed the memo.
...in fair Verona...woops, I mean Best Buy... where we lay our scene...
So yesterday I was up at my post at the front door, as always (where else would I be?) and I see a woman charging toward my desk in a huff. I ready myself, as I've been here countless times no doubt, and it's a daily occurrence by now considering I am the last point of contact, and I am the only person in the store who NEVER MOVES. This enables LUCKY ME to be the one person in the ENTIRE store who the happy-go-lucky customer can ALWAYS find!
So, when the customer wants help, of course they usually come to me.
*huff puff*
This woman came up to my desk, as I said.
"Would you say that you guys were 'busy' right now?"
*Woman, don't try to trap me with a question like that, I know better...bitch.*
Now, lets take a step back and analyze this for a bit. She really was trying to get even more of a rise out of the situation, trying to add fuel to the fire by attempting to pose a bit of a "trick" question to me. What I mean by that is simply this: there is not a good answer to that question, considering it's a "yes" or "no" answer she is seeking.
If I answer "yes", it implies that I am admitting we are swamped, too busy for her and that she therefore is not a priority to me/us.
If I say "no" then it implies that there is no excuse for her not getting help, since we have all the fucking time in the world!
My answer?
"Well, yes Ma'am, we do seem to have a fair amount of business going on at the moment, but perhaps I can be of assistance. What can I do for you?"
*direct dodge*
"Well, (huff) I have been waiting and WAITING in the computer department for someone to help me! I've already called for help ONCE, and I'm NOT waiting much longer!"
Now, I can understand a bit. She asked for help and didn't get it (yet) so she's angry. However, we had alot of customers in the building and she isn't the only one which the earth revolves around, though she may think it. Our associates were genuinely doing all they could to get everyone some help, and I could clearly see that based on my security cameras. I get poised to speak on my walkie talkie that I have strapped to my hip, along with my ear piece attached, and I am about to ask for further assistance as she can CLEARLY see me doing....
"You guy's must not even want my money then!"
*woman, you've made your point, and you can clearly see I am trying to help you. Is taunting me and/or the store going to make more sales personnel magically *POOF* appear in front of you? No. You're acting childish and showing out because you're irritated. You look 40 and you're acting 4*
I was tempted to tell her, "No, we don't want your money actually, we've got plenty already. Have a nice day bitch."
She then proceeds to stop an employee purchasing a snack for him self at our registers (He was on his WELL EARNED lunch break for Christ's sake) before I can even ask for assistance to computers over my walkie talkie. Legally, he is not supposed to "help" her. Labor laws in Louisiana clearly state that he shouldn't assist her in any way while he is not getting paid for it. He could've told her to fuck off. But no...he begrudgingly helped her.
She proceeded to ask him questions, drug him back to the PC desktop displays and then left without purchasing anything.
*this woman complains like she really has some money to spend and as if we are doing her SUCH an injustice by denying her God given right to a computer, then leaves without buying shit*
Bitches....
*shakes head*
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This was a bit of a strange thing for a customer to say to me, I thought.
A woman, her husband and some kids walk past my desk as they are exiting.
"Have a nice day"
"Hi Amanda!"
"...Hi!"
*I don't remember this woman, but ah, no biggie. Alot of customers remember me because I sold them something, but I often do not remember them. Just play it cool*
"So how are you liking it up here now? Is it better than the sales floor?"
(She is obviously referring to me changing positions from selling computers/cameras/etc to being asset protection at the front door)
"Oh it's a nice change of pace I guess. I enjoy it, yes"
"You know, you've got to come over and show me how to use my camera!"
* come again? Did she tell me I "Have got to come over"? To where? Her house? I don't even know this woman!*
I quickly thought of something because I didn't remember her, and she's saying I should come to her place and shit...
"Oh! Um...what kind of camera do you have once more? I'm sorry, I forgot!"
"It's the uuhhh...Nikon D60"
"Oh did you know you can go to Youtube and look up videos on it? Yeah ...."
I then proceed to change the subject toward how awesome Youtube has been in aiding me in my quest to learn Sony Vegas (software) functions.
"Oh thanks, I never thought of that!"
"Have a nice day!"
(weirdo...)
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Why, oh why God....
Why do these ghetto, hoodlum thug boys come in with sagging pants.
I can understand "baggy" pants a little. I myself enjoy baggy clothing, clothing that is loose fitting and not tight all over you. However, my clothing still fits me!
I wonder why women are - even for a millisecond - attracted to men who have their pants sagging. It's fucking... *eye twitch*... I hate the sight of it.
You fucking moron! Pull up your God damn pants.
The pants are by now around their knees almost, and their boxers are showing. They wear belts, not around their waist, but around their thighs.
The cuffs at the bottom of the pants are now pooled around the ankles, collecting in countless folds that look very similar to little accordions above their sneakers.
They look retarded.
It's a fad, I guess.
Am I the only person my age who feels like an old grandma by wanting to say, "Boy pull up your pants and get some clothes that fit you!" or "Take that hair pick out of your hair, what the hell is wrong with you?" or "No one wants to see your underwear you sloppy fucking pig."
Now, granted, I do not have the best attire in the world. I don't wear the best clothing available on the market, God knows. However, I wear clothing that FITS! That's the beautiful, brilliant and honest difference!
I am not making fun of something that are unable to help about themselves, as that would make me a total, utter and complete bitch.
No, I'm pointing out obviously retarded fashions that a person WILLINGLY takes part in! They WILLINGLY dress themselves up in this, and think it's cool.
I'd not date a person like that if they were the last person on earth.
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A guy wanted help with a camcorder yesterday.
He asks a person on the sales floor for help, apparently wanting a certain audio/video cable with which to hook it to his television.
The associate excuses herself to go grab the cable for him.
Without waiting for the sales woman to come back to him, he leaves, saying his sales person "abandoned" him!
Bizarre, no?
He then proceeds to come up to the cashiers at the front of the store, near my desk. He leans over the counter and asks the cashier for help:
Signaling to the camcorder he has in his hand, he asks her, "Do you know anything about these?"
The cashier is...A CASHIER! She rings people up! She scans items, totals the transaction and takes their payment. She doesn't know about the electronics really, it's not her forte obviously. She answers him honestly, as she should:
"Well, no sir, not really..."
He gets angry with her, even though HE was the one who asked her the simple yes-or-no question!
"Well never mind! I wont waste my time telling you my story since you don't seem to care!"
....
This guy was just fucking nuts.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Oh! And Saturday I got cursed the fuck out by a customer! AWESOME!
I am required to log all TVs 32" and up, along with all computers which go out my door.
I record the model of the item, the date, transaction number and which register it was rung up on. It helps with many issues, too complicated to name all the reasons I do it. Let's just say it's needed information.
Two overly loud guys walk up to the register to my left, holding a 32" TV. They are joking amongst themselves, showing out. After the transaction, the cashier says to them, "Please let the lady at the door see your receipt as you walk out sir."
He turns to me and yells at me from 10 yards away or so, "Hey! You there! See my receipt!" as he obnoxiously waves it back and forth like a flag.
I smile.
*I want kick this guy in the groin*
The cashier gets his receipt back, and walks over to me, handing me the receipt for him.
I do my recording in my log book as he pick up his TV to carry it out.
"Have a nice day sir"
He now has the TV in his hands (but remember, it's only a 32 inch. It's not like he had 6 new born babies in his fucking arms! He can sit the TV down and take his receipt from me like a decent person. It's a feather weight TV ok!)
"Hey put that receipt in my pocket"
*wait, what?*
I laugh, thinking he's joking. I mean...what guy would request that a woman (a stranger no less) do something which involves such an invasion of privacy and personal space? Surely he's joking...
"No, seriously put the receipt in my pocket"
"Errr..no"
"PUT THE RECEIPT IN MY POCKET!"
My whole demeanor changes at this point.
My smile drops.
My face grows stern.
I look him straight in the face and I practically yell at him.
"I am NOT doing that!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, are you fucking kidding me?!!"
*yes sir, I am kidding you actually. I get that request all the time actually. Men regularly ask me to shove items in their pants, of course. You dumb ass*
I extend my arm forward even more, shoving the receipt in his face and AGAIN tell him to have a nice day.
He starts to rant and rave once more, putting his receipt away after he sets the TV down. He takes extra long so he can stand there beside me, talking shit as I am drowning him out.
*I want to slap him now as well*
I then interrupt and tell him, "Dude, I'm not touching you!"
"Well no one said you could have my receipt either!" he says as he now picks up his TV, and walks backward out my sliding glass doors, facing me so he can still talk shit to me.
I then smile and wave to him casually, as if shooing him out as he leaves
"Have a nice day PAL!"
The "pal" part is a little disrespectful for me to call him, yet not insulting enough for him to demand to speak with my manager.
What a dumb ass.
Here lately we've had an onslaught of rude people at my store. Perhaps there was a national "Let's All Be An Asshole" holiday in which the general public (remember the synonym for "general public" is IDIOTS mind you!) of America partook?
I must have missed the memo.
...in fair Verona...woops, I mean Best Buy... where we lay our scene...
So yesterday I was up at my post at the front door, as always (where else would I be?) and I see a woman charging toward my desk in a huff. I ready myself, as I've been here countless times no doubt, and it's a daily occurrence by now considering I am the last point of contact, and I am the only person in the store who NEVER MOVES. This enables LUCKY ME to be the one person in the ENTIRE store who the happy-go-lucky customer can ALWAYS find!
So, when the customer wants help, of course they usually come to me.
*huff puff*
This woman came up to my desk, as I said.
"Would you say that you guys were 'busy' right now?"
*Woman, don't try to trap me with a question like that, I know better...bitch.*
Now, lets take a step back and analyze this for a bit. She really was trying to get even more of a rise out of the situation, trying to add fuel to the fire by attempting to pose a bit of a "trick" question to me. What I mean by that is simply this: there is not a good answer to that question, considering it's a "yes" or "no" answer she is seeking.
If I answer "yes", it implies that I am admitting we are swamped, too busy for her and that she therefore is not a priority to me/us.
If I say "no" then it implies that there is no excuse for her not getting help, since we have all the fucking time in the world!
My answer?
"Well, yes Ma'am, we do seem to have a fair amount of business going on at the moment, but perhaps I can be of assistance. What can I do for you?"
*direct dodge*
"Well, (huff) I have been waiting and WAITING in the computer department for someone to help me! I've already called for help ONCE, and I'm NOT waiting much longer!"
Now, I can understand a bit. She asked for help and didn't get it (yet) so she's angry. However, we had alot of customers in the building and she isn't the only one which the earth revolves around, though she may think it. Our associates were genuinely doing all they could to get everyone some help, and I could clearly see that based on my security cameras. I get poised to speak on my walkie talkie that I have strapped to my hip, along with my ear piece attached, and I am about to ask for further assistance as she can CLEARLY see me doing....
"You guy's must not even want my money then!"
*woman, you've made your point, and you can clearly see I am trying to help you. Is taunting me and/or the store going to make more sales personnel magically *POOF* appear in front of you? No. You're acting childish and showing out because you're irritated. You look 40 and you're acting 4*
I was tempted to tell her, "No, we don't want your money actually, we've got plenty already. Have a nice day bitch."
She then proceeds to stop an employee purchasing a snack for him self at our registers (He was on his WELL EARNED lunch break for Christ's sake) before I can even ask for assistance to computers over my walkie talkie. Legally, he is not supposed to "help" her. Labor laws in Louisiana clearly state that he shouldn't assist her in any way while he is not getting paid for it. He could've told her to fuck off. But no...he begrudgingly helped her.
She proceeded to ask him questions, drug him back to the PC desktop displays and then left without purchasing anything.
*this woman complains like she really has some money to spend and as if we are doing her SUCH an injustice by denying her God given right to a computer, then leaves without buying shit*
Bitches....
*shakes head*
__________________________________________________________________________________
This was a bit of a strange thing for a customer to say to me, I thought.
A woman, her husband and some kids walk past my desk as they are exiting.
"Have a nice day"
"Hi Amanda!"
"...Hi!"
*I don't remember this woman, but ah, no biggie. Alot of customers remember me because I sold them something, but I often do not remember them. Just play it cool*
"So how are you liking it up here now? Is it better than the sales floor?"
(She is obviously referring to me changing positions from selling computers/cameras/etc to being asset protection at the front door)
"Oh it's a nice change of pace I guess. I enjoy it, yes"
"You know, you've got to come over and show me how to use my camera!"
* come again? Did she tell me I "Have got to come over"? To where? Her house? I don't even know this woman!*
I quickly thought of something because I didn't remember her, and she's saying I should come to her place and shit...
"Oh! Um...what kind of camera do you have once more? I'm sorry, I forgot!"
"It's the uuhhh...Nikon D60"
"Oh did you know you can go to Youtube and look up videos on it? Yeah ...."
I then proceed to change the subject toward how awesome Youtube has been in aiding me in my quest to learn Sony Vegas (software) functions.
"Oh thanks, I never thought of that!"
"Have a nice day!"
(weirdo...)
________________________________________________________________________________
Why, oh why God....
Why do these ghetto, hoodlum thug boys come in with sagging pants.
I can understand "baggy" pants a little. I myself enjoy baggy clothing, clothing that is loose fitting and not tight all over you. However, my clothing still fits me!
I wonder why women are - even for a millisecond - attracted to men who have their pants sagging. It's fucking... *eye twitch*... I hate the sight of it.
You fucking moron! Pull up your God damn pants.
The pants are by now around their knees almost, and their boxers are showing. They wear belts, not around their waist, but around their thighs.
The cuffs at the bottom of the pants are now pooled around the ankles, collecting in countless folds that look very similar to little accordions above their sneakers.
They look retarded.
It's a fad, I guess.
Am I the only person my age who feels like an old grandma by wanting to say, "Boy pull up your pants and get some clothes that fit you!" or "Take that hair pick out of your hair, what the hell is wrong with you?" or "No one wants to see your underwear you sloppy fucking pig."
Now, granted, I do not have the best attire in the world. I don't wear the best clothing available on the market, God knows. However, I wear clothing that FITS! That's the beautiful, brilliant and honest difference!
I am not making fun of something that are unable to help about themselves, as that would make me a total, utter and complete bitch.
No, I'm pointing out obviously retarded fashions that a person WILLINGLY takes part in! They WILLINGLY dress themselves up in this, and think it's cool.
I'd not date a person like that if they were the last person on earth.
____________________________________________________________________________________
A guy wanted help with a camcorder yesterday.
He asks a person on the sales floor for help, apparently wanting a certain audio/video cable with which to hook it to his television.
The associate excuses herself to go grab the cable for him.
Without waiting for the sales woman to come back to him, he leaves, saying his sales person "abandoned" him!
Bizarre, no?
He then proceeds to come up to the cashiers at the front of the store, near my desk. He leans over the counter and asks the cashier for help:
Signaling to the camcorder he has in his hand, he asks her, "Do you know anything about these?"
The cashier is...A CASHIER! She rings people up! She scans items, totals the transaction and takes their payment. She doesn't know about the electronics really, it's not her forte obviously. She answers him honestly, as she should:
"Well, no sir, not really..."
He gets angry with her, even though HE was the one who asked her the simple yes-or-no question!
"Well never mind! I wont waste my time telling you my story since you don't seem to care!"
....
This guy was just fucking nuts.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Oh! And Saturday I got cursed the fuck out by a customer! AWESOME!
I am required to log all TVs 32" and up, along with all computers which go out my door.
I record the model of the item, the date, transaction number and which register it was rung up on. It helps with many issues, too complicated to name all the reasons I do it. Let's just say it's needed information.
Two overly loud guys walk up to the register to my left, holding a 32" TV. They are joking amongst themselves, showing out. After the transaction, the cashier says to them, "Please let the lady at the door see your receipt as you walk out sir."
He turns to me and yells at me from 10 yards away or so, "Hey! You there! See my receipt!" as he obnoxiously waves it back and forth like a flag.
I smile.
*I want kick this guy in the groin*
The cashier gets his receipt back, and walks over to me, handing me the receipt for him.
I do my recording in my log book as he pick up his TV to carry it out.
"Have a nice day sir"
He now has the TV in his hands (but remember, it's only a 32 inch. It's not like he had 6 new born babies in his fucking arms! He can sit the TV down and take his receipt from me like a decent person. It's a feather weight TV ok!)
"Hey put that receipt in my pocket"
*wait, what?*
I laugh, thinking he's joking. I mean...what guy would request that a woman (a stranger no less) do something which involves such an invasion of privacy and personal space? Surely he's joking...
"No, seriously put the receipt in my pocket"
"Errr..no"
"PUT THE RECEIPT IN MY POCKET!"
My whole demeanor changes at this point.
My smile drops.
My face grows stern.
I look him straight in the face and I practically yell at him.
"I am NOT doing that!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, are you fucking kidding me?!!"
*yes sir, I am kidding you actually. I get that request all the time actually. Men regularly ask me to shove items in their pants, of course. You dumb ass*
I extend my arm forward even more, shoving the receipt in his face and AGAIN tell him to have a nice day.
He starts to rant and rave once more, putting his receipt away after he sets the TV down. He takes extra long so he can stand there beside me, talking shit as I am drowning him out.
*I want to slap him now as well*
I then interrupt and tell him, "Dude, I'm not touching you!"
"Well no one said you could have my receipt either!" he says as he now picks up his TV, and walks backward out my sliding glass doors, facing me so he can still talk shit to me.
I then smile and wave to him casually, as if shooing him out as he leaves
"Have a nice day PAL!"
The "pal" part is a little disrespectful for me to call him, yet not insulting enough for him to demand to speak with my manager.
What a dumb ass.
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