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Working in the entertainment industry (I.E. a videogame/video rental store) is quite a hassle, I know. I've been working in it for quite some time now.
For those of you that don't know, Hollywood Entertainment, the corporation that I am employed by, is the company that produces such fine retail stores as Hollywood Video and their latest addition, Game Crazy.
I used to work for the former establishment, and have since transferred to the latter. As of now I've been with the company for over two years, and hence, I've seen quite a bit in my time.
One trend I've come to recognize is that almost 90% of the time the female management has been... well..
Let me just clue you in. In order to become a manager at Hollywood Video, if you are a female, you must meet these certain qualifications :
* You must look like you've been beaten with an ugly stick.
* You must have short hair, mullets are also acceptable.
* You must be bitchy constantly.
* You must never work. Ever.
* You must be a smoker.
Up until recently every female manager I've worked under has met those requirements, and have all had one other major trait in common :
Lesbianism.
Hardcore dykish lesbianism.
My first female manager was Karen. This lady's facial features resembled some horrid hybrid of a bulldog and a turtle. If those two creatures would have mated, Karen would be their offspring. And she'd inherit the bulldog's personality. She was loud, obnoxious, smoked, and had black and brown teeth from years of sucking on her cancer sticks. And she had a mullet. Fullet. Femlet. Whatever. She was a hypochondriac to boot. She was constantly complaining about illness when she never was truly sick. Thus she missed work a lot, and the time she spent at work was instead spent outside smoking and talking on the cellphone to her girlfriend.
After her was Lavonna. Lavonna had short hair, was a lesbian, but was actually a nice person. She was not open about her sexuality, and she actually worked and got things done. At first. But towards the end of her reign she started slacking off because she came to realize the current employees were worthless. Making a smart decision, she left and transferred to another store.
Then came Melinda. Horribly grotesque, short hair, constantly complaining and smoking. Bitchy. Bitchy. Bitchy. To give you a clue as to how bad this lady was, she used to date Karen, but both of them were too big of a bitchwhore to stand each other, so they split. 'Nuff said.
Next up is Beth. Beth is not a manager-manager, per se. She's a Shift Leader, which is the position I held over there. The first day I had to meet her we had to open together. I pulled up into the parking lot, at which time I saw her walk over to the front door to make sure it was locked.
This is natural. She probably thought I was a customer.
So I walk up to the door and knock on it. Now, if I were just a normal person (i.e. a customer) like she thought I was, you would expect her to answer the door in a polite, professional fashion. Listed below are some of the responses that you could give while greeting a person that knocks on the front door. Guess which one she chose.
A) Yes, may I help you?
B) I'm sorry, we don't open until 10 AM, but is there anything I can help you with?
C) Who are you? (With a bitchy attitude)
Yeah. That's right. Instead of being polite about it she just asks who I am. If I were an actual customer I would have been pissed at her tone. But I wasn't a customer. And I don't care about customers anyway.
So anyway, after I tell her that I'm an employee, she lets me in and I go inside. That's when the music started playing.
She put in some CD of some lady singing and I mean. It was just. Horrible. I couldn't listen to it. It was grating on my spine. I walked over and asked what she was listening to. Her response?
BETH : It's Ani DeFranco.
MITCH : Oh.... OOOHHHHH....
BETH : So do you even know who she is?
MITCH : Yes. She's a *FEMINIST* poet/song-write/singer.
BETH : MHMM.
What a bitch. And on the entire way to the bank she kept blabbing on and on while on her cell phone, then hangs up and proceeds to complain about some fiasco her and her girlfriend were in. How I wish I had chloroform on me at all times so I wouldn't have to listen to her talking..
I can barely stand anyone that is a manager for that establishment. Ugh.
The customers aren't any better. My God, what is wrong with these people!?
It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday today. First we've had in a while, and yet at 10 AM there were customers in my store looking for games to buy. Doesn't anyone appreciate anything beautiful in life anymore?! If I didn't have to work I would most assuredly not been in a fucking game store at 10 AM on a beautiful Saturday morning.
And some of these people are so..obnoxious. One kid walks up to me with a GameCube game. Looks at it. Looks at me. Says "I dunno where I got this from" and sets it on the counter. I sat there with disbelief as I tried to comprehend how this kid could have walked over to the GameCube section, picked up a game, walked around, then come over to tell me that he did not know where he got it from. And then leave the game on the counter for me to deal with instead of asking where he could put it back.
Then there's the oddball people. Like the 45 year old that came in gloating about how he beat every Pokemon game. This guy, after going on and on about how he likes to play games that were meant for kids, walks over to the GameBoy Advance games and instead of saying the name of the games he wanted to try out..pulls out a fucking laser pointer to point at them.
GUY : Yeah, lemme try..that one (points)..and...yeah, that one (points)..
I had to guess which games he was referring to because when he moved that damn thing around he would point at like 1029 games. It would have been easier if he said "Yes, I'd like to try out (TITLE)" so that way I wouldn't have to follow the annoying red dot.
How Laser Pointers Should Be Used
Seriously. I'm getting burned out at work. These people that come in on a day-to-day basis are really making me loathe life and humanity.. I need fresh air..
Wow, what a long rant.
For those of you that don't know, Hollywood Entertainment, the corporation that I am employed by, is the company that produces such fine retail stores as Hollywood Video and their latest addition, Game Crazy.
I used to work for the former establishment, and have since transferred to the latter. As of now I've been with the company for over two years, and hence, I've seen quite a bit in my time.
One trend I've come to recognize is that almost 90% of the time the female management has been... well..
Let me just clue you in. In order to become a manager at Hollywood Video, if you are a female, you must meet these certain qualifications :
* You must look like you've been beaten with an ugly stick.
* You must have short hair, mullets are also acceptable.
* You must be bitchy constantly.
* You must never work. Ever.
* You must be a smoker.
Up until recently every female manager I've worked under has met those requirements, and have all had one other major trait in common :
Lesbianism.
Hardcore dykish lesbianism.
My first female manager was Karen. This lady's facial features resembled some horrid hybrid of a bulldog and a turtle. If those two creatures would have mated, Karen would be their offspring. And she'd inherit the bulldog's personality. She was loud, obnoxious, smoked, and had black and brown teeth from years of sucking on her cancer sticks. And she had a mullet. Fullet. Femlet. Whatever. She was a hypochondriac to boot. She was constantly complaining about illness when she never was truly sick. Thus she missed work a lot, and the time she spent at work was instead spent outside smoking and talking on the cellphone to her girlfriend.
After her was Lavonna. Lavonna had short hair, was a lesbian, but was actually a nice person. She was not open about her sexuality, and she actually worked and got things done. At first. But towards the end of her reign she started slacking off because she came to realize the current employees were worthless. Making a smart decision, she left and transferred to another store.
Then came Melinda. Horribly grotesque, short hair, constantly complaining and smoking. Bitchy. Bitchy. Bitchy. To give you a clue as to how bad this lady was, she used to date Karen, but both of them were too big of a bitchwhore to stand each other, so they split. 'Nuff said.
Next up is Beth. Beth is not a manager-manager, per se. She's a Shift Leader, which is the position I held over there. The first day I had to meet her we had to open together. I pulled up into the parking lot, at which time I saw her walk over to the front door to make sure it was locked.
This is natural. She probably thought I was a customer.
So I walk up to the door and knock on it. Now, if I were just a normal person (i.e. a customer) like she thought I was, you would expect her to answer the door in a polite, professional fashion. Listed below are some of the responses that you could give while greeting a person that knocks on the front door. Guess which one she chose.
A) Yes, may I help you?
B) I'm sorry, we don't open until 10 AM, but is there anything I can help you with?
C) Who are you? (With a bitchy attitude)
Yeah. That's right. Instead of being polite about it she just asks who I am. If I were an actual customer I would have been pissed at her tone. But I wasn't a customer. And I don't care about customers anyway.
So anyway, after I tell her that I'm an employee, she lets me in and I go inside. That's when the music started playing.
She put in some CD of some lady singing and I mean. It was just. Horrible. I couldn't listen to it. It was grating on my spine. I walked over and asked what she was listening to. Her response?
BETH : It's Ani DeFranco.
MITCH : Oh.... OOOHHHHH....
BETH : So do you even know who she is?
MITCH : Yes. She's a *FEMINIST* poet/song-write/singer.
BETH : MHMM.
What a bitch. And on the entire way to the bank she kept blabbing on and on while on her cell phone, then hangs up and proceeds to complain about some fiasco her and her girlfriend were in. How I wish I had chloroform on me at all times so I wouldn't have to listen to her talking..
I can barely stand anyone that is a manager for that establishment. Ugh.
The customers aren't any better. My God, what is wrong with these people!?
It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday today. First we've had in a while, and yet at 10 AM there were customers in my store looking for games to buy. Doesn't anyone appreciate anything beautiful in life anymore?! If I didn't have to work I would most assuredly not been in a fucking game store at 10 AM on a beautiful Saturday morning.
And some of these people are so..obnoxious. One kid walks up to me with a GameCube game. Looks at it. Looks at me. Says "I dunno where I got this from" and sets it on the counter. I sat there with disbelief as I tried to comprehend how this kid could have walked over to the GameCube section, picked up a game, walked around, then come over to tell me that he did not know where he got it from. And then leave the game on the counter for me to deal with instead of asking where he could put it back.
Then there's the oddball people. Like the 45 year old that came in gloating about how he beat every Pokemon game. This guy, after going on and on about how he likes to play games that were meant for kids, walks over to the GameBoy Advance games and instead of saying the name of the games he wanted to try out..pulls out a fucking laser pointer to point at them.
GUY : Yeah, lemme try..that one (points)..and...yeah, that one (points)..
I had to guess which games he was referring to because when he moved that damn thing around he would point at like 1029 games. It would have been easier if he said "Yes, I'd like to try out (TITLE)" so that way I wouldn't have to follow the annoying red dot.
How Laser Pointers Should Be Used
Seriously. I'm getting burned out at work. These people that come in on a day-to-day basis are really making me loathe life and humanity.. I need fresh air..
Wow, what a long rant.