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One day, while hard at work at RadioShack, I found an interesting site devoting itself to telling the
experiences that one can have only if they are employed by the electronics giant. I found that the stories contained therin reflected
many of the days that I have had the joy of working at another Shack. The creator's first paragraph, which follows, pretty much
says it all.
I work in retail at a privately owned Radio Shack(tm)(R)(C) somewhere in the south east, and
in doing so, I gain a rather interesting view of the human condition. (I don't know if that cliche is appropriate here
or not, but it sounds elevated, doesn't it?) I view people at their worst--suffering from the confusion and embarrasment
of the realization of the limits of their intelligence. If you tell a big angry black man that his nose hair trimmer
isn't working because *HE* put the batteries in backward, he gets pissed. Sure it doesn't make sense, but you expose
someone's stupidity and they turn mean. Anyway, the following is an updatable database of stories of that sort that will
be updated Sundays, Wednesdays, or when I damn well feel like it. All hail the psycho-analyitical duckblind that is Radio
Shack(tm)(R)(C)!
Being inspired by the guy, I have set out to tell my stories, and bring you the same entertainment
from my neck of the woods. And, don't worry, there will be plenty of rednecks, for I work in a small town in Kentucky.
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Entry 103 - Finally! An update!
Yeah, we've been slackin' off here. Take some control in something, then forget all about it. Sounds like our store's owner, but that's a different matter.
I've been trying to get Robert to do some work here, but he's just too damn forgetful. Hard to find good help. Anyway, enough bitching about that. You're not here to read about forgetfulness. You're here to be entertained by the ignorance of customers.
Earlier today...
A lady enters the store. She walks towards the counter.
Lady I need a twenty dollar prepaid card.
Robert Okay. (rings up card, places it on the counter) Could I have a name please?
Lady What do you need a name for?
Robert It's for the receipt... (Long pause while Lady tries to contemplate why in the hell a name on a receipt is necessary) ... Okay, Jane Doe. That'll be $21.20.
Lady forks over cash, Robert makes change, and hands the card over. Lady stares, perplexed,at the card, wondering why the back hasn't been scratched off, and why Robert hasn't activated it.
Lady How do you activate it?
Robert Well, if you had given me a name for the account, I could have activated it for you right here in the store. However, you can activate it by dialing 611 from the mobile phone, or 1-800-901-9878 from any other phone. An automated system will respond to assist you.
Lady looks even more confused. Finally, she turns, and heads out the door. Another lady approaches the counter.
2nd Lady I need a $20 card.
Robert Okay, do you want to be Jane Doe, too?
2nd Lady (having seen and heard what just occured, laughs) No, that's alright, my name is...
Well, that's about all that I can think of for right now. But, before I leave you, I want to show what we look like when we are hard at work.
Palmer
Robert
and finally
Something I built in my spare time here at the store.
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