Well I have just returned from a week or thereabouts in the flat land of Christchurch.
Click on the image to find out more about this place.
Anyways, it was mainly a chill out trip to see some mates and take it easy.
Whilst I was there however, I went for a walk to purchase a USB Card reader, for a friend who needed to read her memory sticks as she had misplaced her cable.
I went to a large luxury goods retailer that also sold electronics and asked if they had the item. Unfortunately "No", there were several groups of customers in store and staff were always watching them to make sure that they were OK. They gave me other suggestions on where I might go and happily and informed, I proceeded to leave. Looking longingly once more at how small my electronics category had become since I had left employment with this organisation many years ago...
"sigh"
Sweet as.
I went to Sony Style.
Sony Style is my favourite shop, it looks hot and is full of wicked toys. The place had a lot of customers, and staff were well placed around the store. They only had a demo bit of what I wanted but nothing in stock, it looked sweet too, brushed metally looking, the kind of stuff that messes with your fingernails when you run them over it...
"shudders"
I was informed that the piece was available in my non-permanent home town of JAFA-land (Auckland).
Sweet as.
I left and thought I would check Dick Smith Electronics, and see if they had something.
I walked in and there were customers walking around looking as though they were residents in a mental ward. Staff were running backwards and forwards in a chaotic way like AI in Quake 3. I decided to cut to the chase and went to the counter. I asked for a USB card reader and the lady at the counter started tapping on her keyboard.
At this point something happened.
I have no idea what.
The woman, her head sunk, she went red and said "Fuck I hate this job", I kid you not, she explained to me that there was something wrong with their computer and she did not know what to do. "Why does this always fucking happen to me?!". (Because you are negative and attract shit towards your inner soul, that's why. Thank you, stops it coming my way)
I asked her where the products were situated in store and she pointed to the middle of the store and said "Um, it's over there". I walked in the direction that she pointed to, all the time, she is standing behind her broken POS unit yelling, "No, other side!", "On the top!", and "To the left!".
I found the product I wanted, it was cheap and did everything I needed.
I wrote down the model number on my cool K800i, smiled at the shop assistant as I left and went to buy it somewhere else.
Enter Harvey Norman.
I remember seeing a strange person at Harvey Norman once, this guy must have been an invertebrate, he wobbled. I mean it. For no reason. It was odd. Very very odd. His eyes weren't held in place by muscles either, they googled about often. Also strange. Very strange. But he did it on purpose. This made me scared. Oh, and his pupils disappeared while he was typing on a keyboard looking for stuff for me, once.
Anyways... that was a while ago.
Harvey Norman is big, you have to walk through the lounge suites and beds and shit to get to the good stuff, incidentally, it is all dark around the lounge and bed areas and at the end it is like a beacon of light, where the computers and electrical stuff live. There were a few customers on my journey toward the light, and a few groups of staff arms folded and having a chat. The company must make some good coin to be able to afford to have staff doing shit. Good thing they never worked for me.
So in to the light I go. My keen male instincts finely honed, alert me to the whereabouts of the elusive USB card reader. And BOOYAA, that's double BOOYAA, I have what I need, it is more expensive, this is OK. I decide to have a look around and see what other toys are available.
No staff approach me here, but this is OK, all of the staff are busy with customers, here in the light that is, not in the darkness where the lounge suites are.
There are lots of things on offer here, and I consider buying a whole pile of shit that I don't need.
But 'No", I must not. I cruise to the POS and walk past an older man (staff) who looks like he is trying to chat up a little hottie Chinese girl who is...staff. I can't believe it. Well...I can. He asks her if she lives alone, and where exactly in Cashel street she lives.
Nice one Harveys.
I pay for my USB card reader. Enter the darkness once more and go to my car.
I drop off the card reader to my friend, and cruise home.
Summary
"shudders"
I was informed that the piece was available in my non-permanent home town of JAFA-land (Auckland).
Sweet as.
I left and thought I would check Dick Smith Electronics, and see if they had something.
I walked in and there were customers walking around looking as though they were residents in a mental ward. Staff were running backwards and forwards in a chaotic way like AI in Quake 3. I decided to cut to the chase and went to the counter. I asked for a USB card reader and the lady at the counter started tapping on her keyboard.
At this point something happened.
I have no idea what.
The woman, her head sunk, she went red and said "Fuck I hate this job", I kid you not, she explained to me that there was something wrong with their computer and she did not know what to do. "Why does this always fucking happen to me?!". (Because you are negative and attract shit towards your inner soul, that's why. Thank you, stops it coming my way)
I asked her where the products were situated in store and she pointed to the middle of the store and said "Um, it's over there". I walked in the direction that she pointed to, all the time, she is standing behind her broken POS unit yelling, "No, other side!", "On the top!", and "To the left!".
I found the product I wanted, it was cheap and did everything I needed.
I wrote down the model number on my cool K800i, smiled at the shop assistant as I left and went to buy it somewhere else.
Enter Harvey Norman.
I remember seeing a strange person at Harvey Norman once, this guy must have been an invertebrate, he wobbled. I mean it. For no reason. It was odd. Very very odd. His eyes weren't held in place by muscles either, they googled about often. Also strange. Very strange. But he did it on purpose. This made me scared. Oh, and his pupils disappeared while he was typing on a keyboard looking for stuff for me, once.
Anyways... that was a while ago.
Harvey Norman is big, you have to walk through the lounge suites and beds and shit to get to the good stuff, incidentally, it is all dark around the lounge and bed areas and at the end it is like a beacon of light, where the computers and electrical stuff live. There were a few customers on my journey toward the light, and a few groups of staff arms folded and having a chat. The company must make some good coin to be able to afford to have staff doing shit. Good thing they never worked for me.
So in to the light I go. My keen male instincts finely honed, alert me to the whereabouts of the elusive USB card reader. And BOOYAA, that's double BOOYAA, I have what I need, it is more expensive, this is OK. I decide to have a look around and see what other toys are available.
No staff approach me here, but this is OK, all of the staff are busy with customers, here in the light that is, not in the darkness where the lounge suites are.
There are lots of things on offer here, and I consider buying a whole pile of shit that I don't need.
But 'No", I must not. I cruise to the POS and walk past an older man (staff) who looks like he is trying to chat up a little hottie Chinese girl who is...staff. I can't believe it. Well...I can. He asks her if she lives alone, and where exactly in Cashel street she lives.
Nice one Harveys.
I pay for my USB card reader. Enter the darkness once more and go to my car.
I drop off the card reader to my friend, and cruise home.
Summary
DFS and Sony Style were sweet to deal with people. Dick Smith, your customers shouldn't say "Fuck" to customers, Harvey Norman, those people in the darkness are evil. The people in the light are nice, but we don't need to see your staff openly trying to get a leg over your other staff.
That's called a Christmas party.
Peace.
TFRM
That's called a Christmas party.
Peace.
TFRM
