Thursday, February 26, 2004
The evangelist haircut
Well, thanks to my desire to get a new job, I met with a head hunter today. She was very helpful and I must say I learned a lot. This is not my topic though. No, the haircut I received early in the day was much more interesting. In an attempt to make myself look professional, I hopped in the ole' Dodge and headed up to Great Clips. Little did I know that I would have a prophet cutting my hair. I witnessed her evangelism similarly to the way I read about the death of Socrates; completely from the outside. The only things she said to me the entire time were: *under her breath* "how do you want this cut?" and "that'll be $12." Usually you would expect some mildly bland conversation from a...a...is it a stylist? I don't want to say barber because that makes me think of a fat man with a thin curly mustache. Anyhow, I was thoroughly ignored by this lady while she carried on a religious conversation with some ladies that happened to be from tennessee. She claimed that she had so stumped a "preacherman" one time that he had called her the devil. Apparently, later on this man gave up preaching altogether. As she continued spouting her own brand of religion, I imagined this lady as some sort of ghetto prophet. Her congregation could gather at Great Clips to hear the word. Word. Thats about it. Sorry, that story really trailed off, I tried to remember more of her thoughts and sayings but time has robbed me of the memory.
All hail Optimus Prime!
Z
Well, thanks to my desire to get a new job, I met with a head hunter today. She was very helpful and I must say I learned a lot. This is not my topic though. No, the haircut I received early in the day was much more interesting. In an attempt to make myself look professional, I hopped in the ole' Dodge and headed up to Great Clips. Little did I know that I would have a prophet cutting my hair. I witnessed her evangelism similarly to the way I read about the death of Socrates; completely from the outside. The only things she said to me the entire time were: *under her breath* "how do you want this cut?" and "that'll be $12." Usually you would expect some mildly bland conversation from a...a...is it a stylist? I don't want to say barber because that makes me think of a fat man with a thin curly mustache. Anyhow, I was thoroughly ignored by this lady while she carried on a religious conversation with some ladies that happened to be from tennessee. She claimed that she had so stumped a "preacherman" one time that he had called her the devil. Apparently, later on this man gave up preaching altogether. As she continued spouting her own brand of religion, I imagined this lady as some sort of ghetto prophet. Her congregation could gather at Great Clips to hear the word. Word. Thats about it. Sorry, that story really trailed off, I tried to remember more of her thoughts and sayings but time has robbed me of the memory.
All hail Optimus Prime!
Z
Monday, February 23, 2004
The end of a (short) era
Well, my time at Best Buy grows short. We had some laughs, Best Buy and I. The customers. The meetings. The clapping. No, I am not going to miss it. It was a crappy job. I was going to talk about the clumsy hibachi chef that we had last night, that kept dropping things and spilled my coke, but I think that instead I will have this be a sort of highlight reel of my favorite Best Buy posts. So let go too it:
"You realize that before each business day, the crew of Best Buy gathers at the front and then brings it in like some sports team, while some guy yells, 'BIG DOG!' and everyone else yells 'WOOF WOOF!!'" Ah yes, this was the first time I ever bitched about Best Buy on my blog. A momentous occaison, a peridigm shift if you will that changed the focus of this site for months.
Perhaps my very favorite Best Buy blog topic was the repeated appearances of the Kung Fu villains, who may or may not have been the Oaklandon ninjas. Their imaginary conflict with the massive Russian Killing Machines makes me obnoxiously laugh at my own material more than I think anything else has. For more on the ninjas check out my archives from the month of October.
Best Buy and Nazis: an Expose' (sp). This gem of an entry reported the first time I attempted to quit Best Buy (when I went to work at Intelex). It was a wonderfully written article comparing the Best Buy retail machine to a certain group of 20th century facists that I think you can guess (its in the title). It was also the first mention of the notorious 7-3-1 cheer. Slap Clap Best Buy.
The Giant, The Old Guy, and The Recluse. Ah yes, who could forget this heart warming tale about a really tall guy that I insulted, and old guy with an idiot son-in-law that he couldn't shut up about, and a mountain man who wore a camo shirt tucked into sweat pants. Of these three, the only one I ever saw again was the mountain man, probably a record for times off his land in a year.
This next bit was another of my favorites because it was an extreme example of how most customers that I talk to need a lot of help. Sometime more than I can give them, if you follow me.
Me: "How are you doing today ma'am?"
Lady: "I have this printer. I am looking for the thing that goes with it." *she waves a hand in the direction of the ink cartriges*
Me: "Ah, this printer uses the 56, 57, and 58 cartridges, do you know which ones you need?"
Lady: "No, I already have those. I need the thing, that makes it work."
Me: "...Uh...the cable?"
Lady: "will that make it work?"
Me: "Are you trying to plug it into your computer?"
Lady: "I need to make it work. Will this do that?" *annoyed*
Me: "yes."
The shift from the seventh circle of hell This entry discribes the shift that was by far the crappiest and strangest of any that I had a Best Buy. From the extraction of my vehicle to the lady who kept dropping the N-word (and not in that cool, "you my n----" way). A shutter runs down my spine just thinking about this, the worst day of employment ever.
Hey Best Buy, I quit! This one is clearly very recent, but I must say was one of the most satisfying entries I have posted to date. Short and to the point, this one gives me warm feelings...kind of like puppies...or Christmas.
Well, it is the end of an era, a short era, but an era just the same. I am glad to be rid of it though. Although, I don't know where I will get my material now. We shall see. Thanks for all the posts on these articles, I had a good time reading them while compiling this list. On that note I would like to go out on---
The "7-3-1" cheer:
*7 thigh slaps, 7 claps*
*3 thigh slaps, 3 claps*
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST!"
*7 thigh slaps, 7 claps*
*3 thigh slaps, 3 claps*
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BUY!"
*7 thigh slaps, 7 claps*
*3 thigh slaps, 3 claps*
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST BUY!"
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST BUY!"
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST BUY!"
eh...
Lock your doors, and take your stereo with you,
Z
Well, my time at Best Buy grows short. We had some laughs, Best Buy and I. The customers. The meetings. The clapping. No, I am not going to miss it. It was a crappy job. I was going to talk about the clumsy hibachi chef that we had last night, that kept dropping things and spilled my coke, but I think that instead I will have this be a sort of highlight reel of my favorite Best Buy posts. So let go too it:
"You realize that before each business day, the crew of Best Buy gathers at the front and then brings it in like some sports team, while some guy yells, 'BIG DOG!' and everyone else yells 'WOOF WOOF!!'" Ah yes, this was the first time I ever bitched about Best Buy on my blog. A momentous occaison, a peridigm shift if you will that changed the focus of this site for months.
Perhaps my very favorite Best Buy blog topic was the repeated appearances of the Kung Fu villains, who may or may not have been the Oaklandon ninjas. Their imaginary conflict with the massive Russian Killing Machines makes me obnoxiously laugh at my own material more than I think anything else has. For more on the ninjas check out my archives from the month of October.
Best Buy and Nazis: an Expose' (sp). This gem of an entry reported the first time I attempted to quit Best Buy (when I went to work at Intelex). It was a wonderfully written article comparing the Best Buy retail machine to a certain group of 20th century facists that I think you can guess (its in the title). It was also the first mention of the notorious 7-3-1 cheer. Slap Clap Best Buy.
The Giant, The Old Guy, and The Recluse. Ah yes, who could forget this heart warming tale about a really tall guy that I insulted, and old guy with an idiot son-in-law that he couldn't shut up about, and a mountain man who wore a camo shirt tucked into sweat pants. Of these three, the only one I ever saw again was the mountain man, probably a record for times off his land in a year.
This next bit was another of my favorites because it was an extreme example of how most customers that I talk to need a lot of help. Sometime more than I can give them, if you follow me.
Me: "How are you doing today ma'am?"
Lady: "I have this printer. I am looking for the thing that goes with it." *she waves a hand in the direction of the ink cartriges*
Me: "Ah, this printer uses the 56, 57, and 58 cartridges, do you know which ones you need?"
Lady: "No, I already have those. I need the thing, that makes it work."
Me: "...Uh...the cable?"
Lady: "will that make it work?"
Me: "Are you trying to plug it into your computer?"
Lady: "I need to make it work. Will this do that?" *annoyed*
Me: "yes."
The shift from the seventh circle of hell This entry discribes the shift that was by far the crappiest and strangest of any that I had a Best Buy. From the extraction of my vehicle to the lady who kept dropping the N-word (and not in that cool, "you my n----" way). A shutter runs down my spine just thinking about this, the worst day of employment ever.
Hey Best Buy, I quit! This one is clearly very recent, but I must say was one of the most satisfying entries I have posted to date. Short and to the point, this one gives me warm feelings...kind of like puppies...or Christmas.
Well, it is the end of an era, a short era, but an era just the same. I am glad to be rid of it though. Although, I don't know where I will get my material now. We shall see. Thanks for all the posts on these articles, I had a good time reading them while compiling this list. On that note I would like to go out on---
The "7-3-1" cheer:
*7 thigh slaps, 7 claps*
*3 thigh slaps, 3 claps*
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST!"
*7 thigh slaps, 7 claps*
*3 thigh slaps, 3 claps*
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BUY!"
*7 thigh slaps, 7 claps*
*3 thigh slaps, 3 claps*
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST BUY!"
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST BUY!"
*1 thigh slap, 1 clap* "BEST BUY!"
eh...
Lock your doors, and take your stereo with you,
Z
Friday, February 20, 2004
The gloves are off
Hey Best Buy, I quit!
Hey Best Buy, I quit!
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Blog for blog's sake
Well, nothing is really going on. I am sitting around home, pondering how the last 5 months have slipped through my fingers, and applying for jobs. Its official, I will not be attending law school in the fall, and it is for lack of trying. I crunched some numbers and unless Mario Andretti was to go pick up my transcript and then hand deliver all of my applications, I won't be able to make the deadline for application submission. Oh well, it was probably too late for this year anyhow, and I was horribly dissorganized about it. *Sigh* Like I said though, not much is really going on. I think I am going to go look for jobs again. Later.
East to the west,
Z
Well, nothing is really going on. I am sitting around home, pondering how the last 5 months have slipped through my fingers, and applying for jobs. Its official, I will not be attending law school in the fall, and it is for lack of trying. I crunched some numbers and unless Mario Andretti was to go pick up my transcript and then hand deliver all of my applications, I won't be able to make the deadline for application submission. Oh well, it was probably too late for this year anyhow, and I was horribly dissorganized about it. *Sigh* Like I said though, not much is really going on. I think I am going to go look for jobs again. Later.
East to the west,
Z
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
When it rains it pours
Well, shit. This hasn't exactly been my week. When I woke up Sunday morning, I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. As regular readers already know, I skipped the meeting on Sunday to get more sleep. This, I was afraid/hopeful would lose me my job. It didn't, in fact it really hasn't come up much. The main reason for this is, I believe, because while I was working on Monday, some dickhead(s) shattered the window of my car and ripped out my CD deck. I filed a police report, and called the insurance, but it would appear that these various beaurocracies will not help me out. For one, I doubt that too much will be done by the Po to get me my stereo back, and honestly, I understand that. I would rather they spend time apprehending murderers and perverts than looking for my ickle radio. On the other hand if I get pulled over this week for going 10 miles per hour over the speed limit I will be very put out. In addition to, and paling in comparison, I was late for work again this morning. A personal record of three hours. As if it was not bad enough that I missed the meeting on Sunday, now, three days later, I am really late. The reason for this (and I did call in this time) was that I felt bad this morning. Bad with a capital "b." Now usually this would be because of drinking, and I would suck it up and go to work. This, however, was because of eating, and let me telling an eating hangover is like ten times worse. I won't go into details or anything, but damn. The really shocking thing was that while everyone I talked to assumed that I had been out drinking last night, a few people thanked me for coming in. Which I appreciated. I think thats about it. Hopefully, I will not have anything else stolen, or suffer from anymore hangovers (especially of the eating variety) this week. I think that I have been through enough.
Damn Damn Damn George Lucas,
Z
Well, shit. This hasn't exactly been my week. When I woke up Sunday morning, I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. As regular readers already know, I skipped the meeting on Sunday to get more sleep. This, I was afraid/hopeful would lose me my job. It didn't, in fact it really hasn't come up much. The main reason for this is, I believe, because while I was working on Monday, some dickhead(s) shattered the window of my car and ripped out my CD deck. I filed a police report, and called the insurance, but it would appear that these various beaurocracies will not help me out. For one, I doubt that too much will be done by the Po to get me my stereo back, and honestly, I understand that. I would rather they spend time apprehending murderers and perverts than looking for my ickle radio. On the other hand if I get pulled over this week for going 10 miles per hour over the speed limit I will be very put out. In addition to, and paling in comparison, I was late for work again this morning. A personal record of three hours. As if it was not bad enough that I missed the meeting on Sunday, now, three days later, I am really late. The reason for this (and I did call in this time) was that I felt bad this morning. Bad with a capital "b." Now usually this would be because of drinking, and I would suck it up and go to work. This, however, was because of eating, and let me telling an eating hangover is like ten times worse. I won't go into details or anything, but damn. The really shocking thing was that while everyone I talked to assumed that I had been out drinking last night, a few people thanked me for coming in. Which I appreciated. I think thats about it. Hopefully, I will not have anything else stolen, or suffer from anymore hangovers (especially of the eating variety) this week. I think that I have been through enough.
Damn Damn Damn George Lucas,
Z
Monday, February 09, 2004
All's well that ends well
Well, I am now looking back on what turned out to be four days off from work. My hopes for these four days were very, perhaps unreasonably high, and looking back on it, I didn't really get done any of the major themes that I had intended. Its not that I wasted my time or anything, quite the contrary, I was busy most of the time. I looked for jobs, acquired funds for applying to law school, showered 3 or 4 times. Lots of stuff. The thing is I really didn't get myself substantially closer to any of my goals. I did, however, return to the karaoke stage, with most of the old crew. Hell, Johnny-Mike even showed up for a while. It was an all-singing, all-dancing good time. A regular blast from the past. Perhaps Janis Joplin said it best, however, when she sang, "I would trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday." I may have done this, as by going to Karaoke, and then staying in b-town, I missed my morning meeting (manditory) at Best Buy. Not that this is the end of the world or anything, in fact, after all is added up, it might have been the most productive thing I did with my break. That is if I get fired, which I probably won't. Regardless, I will have made a really bad impression on my new supervisor. Hes a dick anyhow, he gave me some schpiel about how he would never ask me to do anything unethical, then told me to sell each printer with 6 extra ink cartridges. $ix cartridge$. Last I checked selling six $30 cartidges to someone who has to finance the damn printer, knowing full well that they will likely dry up before ever getting used is pretty damn shady. Wanker. Oh well, thats about it from my neck of the woods. Take care.
Anomitomically,
Z
Well, I am now looking back on what turned out to be four days off from work. My hopes for these four days were very, perhaps unreasonably high, and looking back on it, I didn't really get done any of the major themes that I had intended. Its not that I wasted my time or anything, quite the contrary, I was busy most of the time. I looked for jobs, acquired funds for applying to law school, showered 3 or 4 times. Lots of stuff. The thing is I really didn't get myself substantially closer to any of my goals. I did, however, return to the karaoke stage, with most of the old crew. Hell, Johnny-Mike even showed up for a while. It was an all-singing, all-dancing good time. A regular blast from the past. Perhaps Janis Joplin said it best, however, when she sang, "I would trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday." I may have done this, as by going to Karaoke, and then staying in b-town, I missed my morning meeting (manditory) at Best Buy. Not that this is the end of the world or anything, in fact, after all is added up, it might have been the most productive thing I did with my break. That is if I get fired, which I probably won't. Regardless, I will have made a really bad impression on my new supervisor. Hes a dick anyhow, he gave me some schpiel about how he would never ask me to do anything unethical, then told me to sell each printer with 6 extra ink cartridges. $ix cartridge$. Last I checked selling six $30 cartidges to someone who has to finance the damn printer, knowing full well that they will likely dry up before ever getting used is pretty damn shady. Wanker. Oh well, thats about it from my neck of the woods. Take care.
Anomitomically,
Z
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
The time has come again
Well, I am on the brink of three days off from work, and it occurs to me that I am approaching another brink. I am referring to the year to come. I have three major options: 1) Go to law school. This is the most ideal of the three options, as when I finally emerge from it I will actually have a marketable job skill, that and I will get to be in college for three more years. 2) Get a real job. I plan on going to law school whether I go next fall or not, in the interim year(s), however, it would be best if I could get a job where I could make a real living. 3) Don't do anything and continue to work at Best Buy. This is the scariest of all of the options. It is scary because it is such an easy path to take. I don't have to do anything but look at my schedule for the next week and go in on those days. I then come home and tool around on the internet and watch movies before going out to the bars. Its so easy, and its fun. It's just not fulfilling at all. So here I am on the brink of another year, and I am looking at three days off. I think it is time that I did something for real.
Not what your friends think,
Z
Well, I am on the brink of three days off from work, and it occurs to me that I am approaching another brink. I am referring to the year to come. I have three major options: 1) Go to law school. This is the most ideal of the three options, as when I finally emerge from it I will actually have a marketable job skill, that and I will get to be in college for three more years. 2) Get a real job. I plan on going to law school whether I go next fall or not, in the interim year(s), however, it would be best if I could get a job where I could make a real living. 3) Don't do anything and continue to work at Best Buy. This is the scariest of all of the options. It is scary because it is such an easy path to take. I don't have to do anything but look at my schedule for the next week and go in on those days. I then come home and tool around on the internet and watch movies before going out to the bars. Its so easy, and its fun. It's just not fulfilling at all. So here I am on the brink of another year, and I am looking at three days off. I think it is time that I did something for real.
Not what your friends think,
Z
