Holding Pattern
It's twelve o'clock, or there abouts, and it's my day off. The one day off that I get where I actually get to spend the afternoon on my own, doing my own thing, hanging out, relaxing.
But not today. Not this tuesday.
As most of you know, I work for a major video game retailer in a management capacity. (That sounds kind of cool when I phrase it like that. Maybe I should say that more often.) Also, today is the advance release for God of War II (click link for loud, flash-driven official site), the sequel to one of the few PS2 games that was actually worth more than ten minutes of play. Unlike most PS2 games (i.e.: unimaginitive, repetitive, not actually fun to play), GoW was an action platformer that was undeniably cool.
Sorry, I'm still bitter about the death of the Dreamcast.
Anyway. Out of all of my coworkers, I'm the only one of us that has a car. This means that when the shipment arrives later today, I'm meant to go all the way to Cheltenham and pick it up. A forty minute drive for thirty five copies of GoW II so that seventy people can come in the store and try and buy it and we can be out of stock.
The responsibilities of management.
I hate to dog those people that read this and work non-retail jobs, but I really think that all of you get paid more than I for what amounts to a lot less work and frustration. Remember when you were twenty two, working your way through that last year of undergrad by folding clothes at the Gap or selling CDs at Tower or slinging soda at a movie theatre? You know how you look back on those times and you're thankful that you're no longer doing that? Well, I'm still here, and God can I not wait until I get through with my teacher's certification.
But not today. Not this tuesday.
As most of you know, I work for a major video game retailer in a management capacity. (That sounds kind of cool when I phrase it like that. Maybe I should say that more often.) Also, today is the advance release for God of War II (click link for loud, flash-driven official site), the sequel to one of the few PS2 games that was actually worth more than ten minutes of play. Unlike most PS2 games (i.e.: unimaginitive, repetitive, not actually fun to play), GoW was an action platformer that was undeniably cool.
Sorry, I'm still bitter about the death of the Dreamcast.
Anyway. Out of all of my coworkers, I'm the only one of us that has a car. This means that when the shipment arrives later today, I'm meant to go all the way to Cheltenham and pick it up. A forty minute drive for thirty five copies of GoW II so that seventy people can come in the store and try and buy it and we can be out of stock.
The responsibilities of management.
I hate to dog those people that read this and work non-retail jobs, but I really think that all of you get paid more than I for what amounts to a lot less work and frustration. Remember when you were twenty two, working your way through that last year of undergrad by folding clothes at the Gap or selling CDs at Tower or slinging soda at a movie theatre? You know how you look back on those times and you're thankful that you're no longer doing that? Well, I'm still here, and God can I not wait until I get through with my teacher's certification.