From johnxpp: The local comic shop doesn't mess around.
From johnxpp: The local comic shop doesn't mess around.
An RHUer who works at a game store and has posted previous stories without a screen name, has decided to take one on:
Call me… Lightning. (Yes, after the Final Fantasy XIII character) Recall my recent post where I wondered about the weird hijinks I expected on my first day at Stopgame? They mostly happened on later days, so why don’t I bring up some highlights?
First off, Stopgame is very anal about not selling 18+ games to anyone under that legal age. I signed a waiver saying I’d make damn sure to not do so. Selling such a game to a minor will not only lead to immediate dismissal, but could also lead to a 50.000€ fine. Money I don’t have and certainly won’t acquire anytime soon, so I’m double-triple careful than I would already be.
Course, there are ways ‘around’ this, so to speak. For example, if a parent is buying an 18+ game for their kid, then the parent is my customer. Not the kid. The parent is of legal age, they are paying and everything, so I am selling the game to THEM. So, nobody can come and bitch that I sold their kid an inappropriate game – in fact, my store manager had a case of a father buying his son a 16+ game and even pointing out the kid is too young for it, but the parent bought it. Returned and exchanged it the next day, going for more appropriate stuff.
So, when I have someone trying to buy an 18+ game, I always ask if they are at least 18. Sometimes I don’t, because I can tell someone is old enough (not because of beards, but because of facial structure) or they have a Stopgame+ card. Which you cannot have, unless you are 18 or older. And, up to now, nobody has been mad when I asked their age or if I ask for an ID to check the birthdate. In fact, if someone asks me for my age, I’m happy! It means they are following the rules and concerned – maybe more about their job, but still. Nicer than just being all “Whatever” about things.
Part of the above paragraph, I had a few kids come in a couple of days ago. They didn’t seem to speak German, so we talked in English. Basically, this is what the conversation went down like.
Kid: Hi, I’ve got a question.
Me: What is it?
Kid: Do you have Fifa 15 for the Xbox?
Me: Lemme check. The One or for the 360?
Kid: Not the One, the normal one. (He means the 360, since the first Xbox is the ‘normal’ one, but is outdated.)
Me: Let’s see… *searches on PC* Yeah, we have it, used and new.
Kid: Do you have it twice?
Kid: Okay, do you have TopSpin 4, too?
Me: *checks* Yup, we have it twice, too, used-
Kid: Do you have NBA 2K16?
Me: *checks* Yeah, we do-
Kid: Do you have GTA 5 for the 360?
Me: Yes, we do. But that’s only for 18 u- (Kids looked to be about 10~12)
Kid: Do you have (other game, forgot name)?
My brain was just thinking, “If you’d focus for 30 seconds and stop interrupting me, we could do this much easier.” Look, I know you’re a kid and probably excited, but still. Anyway, they got some games and a co-worker did the transaction.
I had a man pay with a 500€ bill. Can I just say I was mildly excited? I mean, I don’t see or get to hold 500€ bills that often. The purchase was about 70€, so it wasn’t that bad, but I was a bit concerned. (They seemed to be foreign and here for a vacation, so I don’t know if asking if they had it smaller would have worked) However, it was about 3 PM and I knew that the register I was at had a good chunk of bills.
I was able to give him the change and not have the register be devoid of bills, thankfully. Still about 10 bills of 5s, 10s and 20s. Then the guy and his kids purchased a few more things (another Burton’s Alice In Wonderland figurine, another game, etc), so more purchases and I got some of those bills back.
My store location has a small problem with the alarm system apparently doing something that leads to a sound playing pretty much the entire time. Thankfully it’s pretty quiet and can easily be learned to ignore. Except when your brain suddenly focuses on it. Then you’re aware it for a while…
Same with the ads the store plays on loop. Shut up, South Park, you stopped being funny for me ages ago and your ad for the new game is TOO LONG! It’s not even that funny of an ad to begin with. I’m getting better at learning to ignore the ads, too, but that one is just… too noticeable because of its length.
I was also sent to another store’s location for a few hours one day. A co-worker was on their own and I was sent in for a bit to help out and so that they could go take their break, without leaving the store unsupervised. At this location, I had the weirdest phone call…
Me: Stopgame (Location), hi there.
Man: Hey, yeah, uh…
Suddenly he’s cut off and music plays that makes me think I was put on hold for something.
Then the music stops and he’s back, though it’s still loud. Kind of sounds like a bar or someplace with a loud radio/TV.
Man: Yeah, you guys there? (then says something to someone in his room)
Me: Yeah, we’re open.
Man: I thought you guys closed down.
Me: No, we’re open and, uh, have no plan of leaving.
Man: Oh, yeah, uh…Silence.
Man: We’ll come on Saturday, then, okay?
Me: Uh, yeah. You do that.
Man: Saturday, then. Okay?
Me: No problem. You come on Saturday.
Man: Okay. Bye.
I have still no freaking clue who I was talking to, about what or what was going on… No idea if they even came, I didn’t work at that store on Saturday.
I work at a small general store in a small southern town. While people here tend to be nicer than people elsewhere, there are some people here who aren't.
This one was fairly recent, about two weeks ago. Normally kids here are pleasant. I get to joke around with them, accuse them of being freeloaders by not helping their moms pay for their stuff, making them promise to me that they won't shoot anyone with their new toy guns, etc. The parents eat this up, they absolutely love it.
Then there's this kid.
I was working on truck one Saturday, stocking food onto the shelves, working hard, when I hear someone shout at me:
K: Come on dude, quit your slacking, move it move it! [claps loudly]
Oh crap, this kid is gonna be obnoxious.
I walk up and see its one of our regulars, Potential Pot Head (PPH) and her son whom I've never seen before. I greet her and smile, starting up small talk as I scan her items. Her son didn't like it.
K: Come on, stop flirting with my mom!
I immediately give him the death glare, as does his mom, but he refuses to let up.
K: Come on dude, you're too slow to get with my mom, HURRY IT UP!
Me: I'm going as fast as I can, and I'm not flirting with your mom, please stop.
K: Okay, grandpa, whatever helps you sleep at night.
I ignore his comments and finish up the transaction, handing her her receipt and wishing her a great day. If only I could show him my grindr profile, maybe that would have shut him up.
This was told to me by a co-worker.
I work in a gift shop that is part of a museum. That museum is located on government property.
A child - maybe 4 or 5 - goes into our toy section and opens up a toy and begins playing with it. My co-worker - a manager - sees this, looks around for someone that could be their parent. Not seeing anyone, she keeps an eye on the child for a minute until a a lady appears.
Lady(L): Oh, did you find a toy you wanted?
Child: (Enthusiastic nodding)
L: Great! Let's get going!
She then stuffs the toy into her purse.
Manager(M): Are you going to pay for that, ma'am?
L: Excuse me?
M: The toy you just put into your purse. Are you going to pay for that?
L: It was already opened. You can't sell it in that condition anyway. So why don't you just give it to him?
M: No, ma'am. He opened it. You have to pay for it.
L: NO! JUST TAKE THE FUCKING THING BACK! (Grabs the toy out of her purse and throws it on the ground and leaves in a huff.)
Two things you need to know.
1) The toy was about $5 with tax.
2) If she would have tried to leave with said toy, that would have been a federal offense since we are on government property.
From McSlut, posted to RHU, April 2010:
I have now been a casual worker at a fast food restaurant with a certain red haired clown for a mascot for about 3 and half years.
This is my first job, and being very shy I thought a customer service job would help build my confidence... if only I had RHU stories back then to dissuade me.
I started off quite meek; I'd do exactly what I was told when I was told, being rather intimidated by my 'superiors'.
One day while wiping down tables in the dining area a mum approached me; her kid had informed her there was piss in the playground (a monster of plastic tubes and slides with about 3 levels meant to keep the hell spawn occupied outside).
This wasn't covered in my recent training, so I timidly told a manager. He looked at me and said 'well you better get cleaning'.
I could practically feel my pupils dilate as I asked how to go about this, and was told to take some paper towels and garbage bags.
Now these playgrounds have a height limit; if you're too big you're not allowed in. Being a 16 year old, 65kg girl, I very much exceeded this limit, and while a number of much smaller 14 year old employees would be better suited, I didn't want to question anyone.
So I followed the kid of the mum who had first told me about the mess up through a tube I was much too big for.
I got stuck half way.
The little girl and a number of other Hell Spawn still rampaging around inside the playground found this hilarious and laughed in the high pitched, grating way only under 10's can.
As I started to soak up what was about 3cm deep of the stuff I was informed there was more on the level above me.
Looks like some little prick pissed down the central shaft that connected all the levels.
To cap it off, I ran out of paper towels on that first level and had to work my way back out to get more, then climb all the way back in.
This is all enclosed by plastic mind you; imagine a brightly colored enclosed plastic space full of piss, with laughing Hell Spawn still running circles round you.
Yep, that's right, the manager didn't even clear the playground of kids and close it off while a bio-hazard was being cleaned up.
Eventually I wormed back out of the playground with my garbage bag full of piss soaked paper towels.
I vigorously scrubbed off my hands and arms with a great quantity of soap while some coworkers laughed at me.
I was then told 'they can't force you to clean up human waste you know. You don't have to touch blood, piss, shit or vomit if you don't want, haha'.
Since then I've developed somewhat more of a spine.