Time to check in with Ted the Henchman™:
The past few days at SPECTOR® have been interesting, to say the least. I've been working in one of their retail outlets, which is about as far away as where I had imagined myself at this point in my life as to have lapped my expectations.
Two things happened that are of note. The first was a shoplifter running off with a $200 display item, very brazenly. He and his (from what I could tell) son lurked in the store for upwards of an hour, acting very casually. The son spoke exactly like Boomhauer from King of the Hill, which I found disturbing. Every once in a while, I would ask him a question just to hear him mumble an incoherent answer.
Anyway, after leaving the store and then coming back, the father (who resembled a short biker-type, complete with bushy mustache) asked to use the phone. At this point, he'd been around so much that I regarded him with about as much suspicion as a little old lady. I let him use the phone, and then turned briefly to attend to some returned product. Then I heard some commotion and the door beep. Turning around, he was gone, with our phone. The managing henchman, who had been idling himself in the corner of the store, took off after him when I pointed out the missing phone. What we didn't notice was that he had also taken a small display portable DVD player (which had been playing the same obnoxious company promos all day, so I was almost glad it was gone), at least not until after my manager had left. Pursuit is, apparently, against company policy, but hey, it was our phone, dammit.
When my manager returned (with the phone, I might add), I pointed out the stolen player, and he took off again, leaving me in the store with a bunch of customers who wanted to do things I still had no idea how to help them with. He returned shortly, empty-handed, leaving us to go over our various security lapses ad infinitum. Whee.
The other notable thing that happened was that I was supposed to meet with the managing henchman at another, closer store in a better part of town for a possible transfer. He told me to meet him on Saturday "in the afternoon." I had to go to a pointless company meeting bright and early that day (another lovely addition to my life of late), but after that, I returned home, ate something, and fell asleep. I awoke when a friend called me to ask me about our plans for that night, but realized it was pushing four PM. I rushed to head in, but by the time I made it there, he had gone. I hope I haven't just screwed the pooch on a possible transfer... He wasn't in today, so it remains to be seen...
I could go on, but I have to be in tomorrow at eight AM for another stupid meeting. And some people wonder why I don't want to return to retail...
© 2003 Ted the Henchman.
The past few days at SPECTOR® have been interesting, to say the least. I've been working in one of their retail outlets, which is about as far away as where I had imagined myself at this point in my life as to have lapped my expectations.
Two things happened that are of note. The first was a shoplifter running off with a $200 display item, very brazenly. He and his (from what I could tell) son lurked in the store for upwards of an hour, acting very casually. The son spoke exactly like Boomhauer from King of the Hill, which I found disturbing. Every once in a while, I would ask him a question just to hear him mumble an incoherent answer.
Anyway, after leaving the store and then coming back, the father (who resembled a short biker-type, complete with bushy mustache) asked to use the phone. At this point, he'd been around so much that I regarded him with about as much suspicion as a little old lady. I let him use the phone, and then turned briefly to attend to some returned product. Then I heard some commotion and the door beep. Turning around, he was gone, with our phone. The managing henchman, who had been idling himself in the corner of the store, took off after him when I pointed out the missing phone. What we didn't notice was that he had also taken a small display portable DVD player (which had been playing the same obnoxious company promos all day, so I was almost glad it was gone), at least not until after my manager had left. Pursuit is, apparently, against company policy, but hey, it was our phone, dammit.
When my manager returned (with the phone, I might add), I pointed out the stolen player, and he took off again, leaving me in the store with a bunch of customers who wanted to do things I still had no idea how to help them with. He returned shortly, empty-handed, leaving us to go over our various security lapses ad infinitum. Whee.
The other notable thing that happened was that I was supposed to meet with the managing henchman at another, closer store in a better part of town for a possible transfer. He told me to meet him on Saturday "in the afternoon." I had to go to a pointless company meeting bright and early that day (another lovely addition to my life of late), but after that, I returned home, ate something, and fell asleep. I awoke when a friend called me to ask me about our plans for that night, but realized it was pushing four PM. I rushed to head in, but by the time I made it there, he had gone. I hope I haven't just screwed the pooch on a possible transfer... He wasn't in today, so it remains to be seen...
I could go on, but I have to be in tomorrow at eight AM for another stupid meeting. And some people wonder why I don't want to return to retail...
© 2003 Ted the Henchman.
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