An interesting article on the dying giant RadioShack with some fascinating comments from those who worked there.
SBNation :A eulogy for RadioShack, the panicked and half-dead retail empire
Our entire store had exactly three employees; my co-worker and I worked 40 or 50 hours per week, and he worked a minimum of 70 if he was lucky. We often had just one employee at the store at any given time, and sometimes, when there weren’t any customers in the store, he’d take a nap in the back room. More than once, while he was back there, someone would walk in and shoplift hundreds of dollars’ worth of stuff off the shelves and walk out in plain sight.
*A friend of mine worked at a RadioShack in a decrepit mall that has since been torn down. There was a restaurant upstairs, and in the middle of the night, its floor collapsed, along with its plumbing. He opened the store the next morning to find it covered in sewage and human waste; to hear him tell it, there were fifty pounds of it all over the place.
Any reasonable business, of course, would immediately pick up the phone and hire a hazmat team. Our district office ordered my friend to clean it up himself. When he refused, he almost lost his job.*
Once, during a store visit, my district manager scolded me for not wearing the name tag I didn’t have, and insisted I wear a proper one, any one we had lying around. I had the option of being Chad or Elizabeth. I decided to be Elizabeth, and then he said that no, I could not be Elizabeth.
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We went almost a whole summer in Texas without AC. Yep, they didn’t get it fixed until it was time for weather change. ( Actually about KMart, but noteworthy as how some employers resolutely don’t mollycoddle their staff. )
- …I worked at radioshack. It was when they had stumbled upon an actual “hit” in these tiny remote-controlled cars called ZipZaps. There was actually a crowd of people lined up to get them when we opened. My manager was kind of a jaded, cynical prick, though…so he had us hold back about half of the cars so those people that came early couldn’t get them. I believe “fuck those guys” was his reasoning.*
Classic science fiction covers are remarkable. Most of them involve comically bemuscled men with the kind of buxom women who only exist in a fifteen year old’s wet dream leaning on them. Sometimes these women are human. Disturbingly often, they are feline.
A female pimp who would come in every month or so with a new girl who she’d get a new phone on her account. She must have had 15 lines over different accounts but it was probably a good investment since it cost her nothing up front and only $10 a month to add a line to her “family plan.”
How many times were you told to fuck off after asking for the phone number of somebody who bought a pack of AAA’s?