Goodbye Denver Card....we'll miss ye (NOT)
Last night we saw something that made my whole year worthwhile. Denver Card is GONE.
Denver Card is (was) a cute little store on Leetsdale. It carried many unique and interesting gifts and, of course, cards. It was also one of my most hated inventories of any I've done in my entire 13 years with the company. Imagine if you will counting rolls and rolls of stickers sold by the foot; stacks and stacks of stationary paper sold by the sheet; shelf upon shelf of clustered Precious Moments and Teddy Memories figurines; case upon case crammed full of Beanie Babies. Top it off with a jackass owner and his shrill wife (who bore more than a passing resemblance to George Costanza's mother on Seinfeld) screaming at each other through it all. I found many a solution to a gift-buying quandary but refused to ever shop there, just because of the owner. No, not one of my favorite inventories by a long shot. It was such a horrible inventory I think it would be preferable to do it with red-hot pokers in my eyes, just to have something to distract me from the pain of my surroundings. The cherry on top was a cramped, filthy backroom with shelves to the ceiling stacked full of boxes of merchandise, and not a blessed price to be seen anywhere. The owner found it a source of great amusement watching some hapless auditor struggling back there alone for hours. He seemed completely unable to grasp the concept that helping us by making the process smoother would only help HIM and his bottom line in the long run, and the converse was true as well. To him it seemed the purpose of inventory was only to put our crew through a series of obstacles and challenges so he could laugh at us. The more questions we had, the more smugly he would smile. Might I add the inventory ALWAYS went on Jan 2nd, getting our year off to just the right start. And now the store is empty, abandoned.
I'm not one to gloat over others' misfortune (shut up), but it really couldn't have happened to a more deserving person.
Denver Card is (was) a cute little store on Leetsdale. It carried many unique and interesting gifts and, of course, cards. It was also one of my most hated inventories of any I've done in my entire 13 years with the company. Imagine if you will counting rolls and rolls of stickers sold by the foot; stacks and stacks of stationary paper sold by the sheet; shelf upon shelf of clustered Precious Moments and Teddy Memories figurines; case upon case crammed full of Beanie Babies. Top it off with a jackass owner and his shrill wife (who bore more than a passing resemblance to George Costanza's mother on Seinfeld) screaming at each other through it all. I found many a solution to a gift-buying quandary but refused to ever shop there, just because of the owner. No, not one of my favorite inventories by a long shot. It was such a horrible inventory I think it would be preferable to do it with red-hot pokers in my eyes, just to have something to distract me from the pain of my surroundings. The cherry on top was a cramped, filthy backroom with shelves to the ceiling stacked full of boxes of merchandise, and not a blessed price to be seen anywhere. The owner found it a source of great amusement watching some hapless auditor struggling back there alone for hours. He seemed completely unable to grasp the concept that helping us by making the process smoother would only help HIM and his bottom line in the long run, and the converse was true as well. To him it seemed the purpose of inventory was only to put our crew through a series of obstacles and challenges so he could laugh at us. The more questions we had, the more smugly he would smile. Might I add the inventory ALWAYS went on Jan 2nd, getting our year off to just the right start. And now the store is empty, abandoned.
I'm not one to gloat over others' misfortune (shut up), but it really couldn't have happened to a more deserving person.