Bah!

My place of work sucks ass. I have never felt more embarrassed to work at a retail location before. It all started a few weeks ago when we started greeting people upon entry to the building as well as at the ends of the escalators, but it became far too Wal-Mart-esque during this Boxing Week crap (which I feel nothing but pure disgust for to begin with) when the management periodically paused the music to make announcements about the current sale. At a CD store? Bullshit! I understand they are a money making corporate machine and not some altruistic bring-the-music-to-the-people endeavor, but I think they crossed the line from respectability into embarrassment. If I wanted to work at Wal-Mart or some other horrid place of that ilk, I would have applied to work there.

However, we do get some fun there. On Boxing Day (that awful Canadian invention of consumer greed and pure mindless acquisitiveness), we a had a celebrity shopper:

Yes, Jean-Claude Van Damme stopped in for some DVD shopping. I didn't see what he bought, but he seemed rather friendly, much shorter than I would have thought (I wonder how often that is said about celebrities...) and, unfortunately, didn't do the splits for us.

That is my story.

Guy