Random Thoughts On A Small Horror Story
This is truth never publicly spoken by a Senior Officer….although us Mid Level Looies know it when it happens!
By the way, I’ve absolutely no evidence with which to support any of this, and am fully aware of counter-indicators, but I’m trying to get a roll going here, so back off, man.
The rest of the post… Well, that’s very good, too, and boy am I happy this kidlet in the house is a boy kid in the situation he describes, but geez.
Maybe Lex could tell his lovely daughter that the only time I see people wearing those things in their ear is clerks at the Dairy Queen and that they’re going out of style already.
Yeah, that’s it. Okay, the coffee guy at the Borders had one, too.
So if you’re into retail sales, then maybe it’s for you.
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December 21st, 2005 at 10:22 am
Willing to take advice from any quarter now, Chap. I’m drowing over here!
December 21st, 2005 at 11:23 am
Chap, you’ve got it reversed – it should be, “If you’re into those things, then many retail sales is for you.”
The _only_ thing for you.
December 21st, 2005 at 11:23 am
many = maybe…
December 21st, 2005 at 6:24 pm
Apparently, not too much has changed since the Renaissance:
“With this troubling image in mind, the citizens of Milan, Venice and Florence set about erecting a series of physical and social markers to ensure that shopping walked, as far as possible, on the morally sunny side of the street. Ideally, individual establishments would be bright, light places where no funny business – last-minute swaps or the palming off of bad stock as good – could go undetected. But these were places geared to profit too, which meant that everything was designed to produce a sale: a thick counter ensured that the customer had to ask to see goods, rather than simply reach for them herself. Having thus entered into a social relationship with the vendor, it made it harder for her to walk away empty handed, the modern equivalent of buying a lipstick you’re not sure about simply because the girl on the Estée Lauder counter went to so much trouble to find it.”
http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,12084,1668463,00.html