All of this began about a month ago when Mo and I finally settled in Ottawa. First things first…a cell phone. We went into a kiosk at a pharmacy/drug store and that in and of itself seemed weird. A cellphone kiosk in a drug store. Granted, Drug stores have become more than just, hey get your medicine and/or condoms here type places. There’s a small grocery section and an electronics section where you can buy cameras and oddly enough a cell phone kiosk. To be fair, I’ve seen other kiosks in video stores too. That’s just as weird if not weirder.
While purchasing our lovely little devices that would connect us to the rest of the world, I began chatting with the sales associate’s boss. It’s not a stretch for me to be doing that as I’ll pretty much talk to anyone who will listen. Mo and I were both being our jovial, amazing selves and this woman was hooked. After about 5 minutes, I just threw down on her, “Hey, you guys hiring?” Next thing I knew, BAM, interview scheduled, business cards obtained, emails given out. That was weird? I hadn’t even heard back from my attempt to be a sales associate at the Sunglass Hut, which I would have been perfect for. My god, how ridiculous is that title? Sales associate makes me think of a guy in a pin-striped suit with slicked back hair in an office acting all sorts of douchey and making a crap ton of money while exploiting the child workforces in Asia, not of the pimply faced kid trying to sell me a hundred dollar pair of sunglasses, but I digress.
The interview for our (yes, mo and I both had interviews set up at the same time, for the same job) job went like this.
Me: Hey how’s it going?
Boss lady: Hi
Me: So who do you want to talk to first?
Boss lady: Actually, I’ve decided you’re both hired, so I’ll tell you what the job is and you can tell me if you’re interested.
That’s actually how it went, now a month and a half later, I’ve been given a full-time position at one store, opposed to bouncing around from store to store throughout the region like Mo is still doing.
Now don’t get me wrong, the job is cool, the boss lady is cool and I genuinely like it sometimes, because I have been priding myself of not pressuring anyone to do anything. We get told here and there that would should be trying to “close sales” and use “closing techniques.” Um, my view on that? If someone really wants the fucking phone, they’ll buy it. Otherwise, I’m not pushing anything. I provide information and the service for someone to purchase something, not because I’ve manipulated them into thinking they need it, but because they actually want it given all the facts.
This has been quite a learning curve for me seeing as a month ago, I wasn’t even sure what phone I was buying or why and I really didn’t care. Now I can debate the intricacies of the Android, Blackberry and iPhone operating systems at length. I talked to a woman earlier today for 2 hours about 2 phones out of the 18 or so that exist in my realm of expertise (I only learn the phones that are at my kiosk, god, I work at a FUCKING KIOSK).
At the beginning, and I guess technically I still am at the “beginning” of this job, it was fun and exciting and new and I was stoked to be learning and communicating on a regular basis in English. The job is pretty much talking to random strangers and that is my forte. Granted, I’d be better with a few drinks in me, but I still get by alright without them. Speaking of, bottle of wine number 1…DOWN! Bring on bottle number 2. Had it been a 10 dollar bottle, I’d be out. Thank you friend that works for a wine company that led me to this.
Over time though, standing near or around a kiosk all day at a store that has me located next to or near NO ONE that works at the store is a bit soul crushing. It’s a pharmacy, 90% of the people that are in there aren’t there to look at cell phones, that’s for sure. Working 12 – 8 on weekdays or 10 – 6 on weekends guarantees that the first half of each shift will be filled with old people who will ask me questions about where they can find Epson salts. You should see the looks I get when I have to tell them I’m not too sure because I just work for the cell phone company. YIKES!
All this free time does leave me time to randomly judge people that avert their eyes when they see me because they think, oh, he’s gonna jump out at me and try to sell me something, which is pretty much the opposite of what I’m doing. I’m just the bored guy that needs to talk to someone every once in a while or a will EXPLODE! The quiet times are the soul sucking times. It’s horrible. I have to stand at all times and I pretty much have a 15 or maybe 20 foot radius around the KIOSK (ha jeez) that I feel comfortable moving into. I have dubbed this area, “the boredom zone.” When I roam into the magazine section that is adjacent to my kiosk, I have hit an all time low on the day.
1) The sheer volume of people with permanent bitch face. You know, they just looked pissed, and it’s not because they are pissed off, it’s just because that’s the way their face is, but 9 times outta 10, they’re bitches when you talk to them.
2) The senior citizens that look like zombies. Honestly, I had an old dude walk up towards my kiosk and start looking at a poster for a phone, he stared at it for a good 20 seconds and then I said, “Would you like to see that phone sir? I have a live demo here.” I bring the phone over, open it up and hand it to him. He still hasn’t said a word. I tell him he can scroll through the options if he wants, he pushes one button, puts it down on the counter in front of him and walks away. Not saying a word. Uhh…alright.
3) Mafackin BRATTY kids. The other day, a girl comes in with her mom. She’s 13. She broke her iphone 3. It’s still under warranty and could probably be fixed for free, neither of them seem to care about that, but their looking for a loaner phone for her. So I walk them through a few. All the phones less than $200 apparently…SUCK and are RIP OFFS, according to the 13 year old. She bitches and whines and her mom is like well, I don’t know what you want, you broke your phone? Just when I think, ok, they’re leaving for sure and this girl is going to be smart and get her iphone fixed, BAM, they buy the most expensive smartphone I have…UHHHH, WTF?? I had randomly said, “I have this and it could be a replacement full out I guess.” I was just letting them know it was an option. And the mom was just like, FINE and took it. You have GOT TO BE FUCKIN KIDDING ME.
Now as much as I dislike the sheer boredom and everything that goes along with working retail as a “sales associate.” Here is what I have come to love…the HIGH of a sale. Now, maybe it’s still because this is a new feeling, but my heart starts beating as soon as I know it’s gonna happen. Maybe that because I realize I’m going to have to go through an intense computer program that could potentially crap out on me at any minute and leave my high and dry or maybe it’s cuz I’m fuckin STOKED. Getting a sale keeps me happy and mafacking 元気 (genki) for at least 3 hours. I’m so happy afterwards. Granted, I haven’t made a sale in 5 consecutive shifts now, but it’s gonna happen soon!!!! That’s pretty much all I like, and the fact that I’m smarter than pretty much everyone else that does this job. Mo and I recommend stuff to our boss all the time and she’s like, HOLY SHIT that’s a good idea. The fact that some people can’t open and close the store, very simple things and fill out minimal paperwork as daily tasks BLOWS MY MIND. So I do enjoy thoroughly when the boss lady’s assistant, who is a jackass, tries to tell me how awesome he is because he’s 22 and had more jobs than years I’ve been alive and how he worked for a law firm….um….you’re an idiot. Moving on.
The other things I enjoy are just the sheer randomness of working in a pharmacy/store in general because of the oddness and craziness that can happen. People generally suck, that much is true and they’re generally assholes too, that also sucks. But every once in awhile shit is just FUNNY. The old woman that needs people to check in the back to see if they have any more paper towels on sale, because the 22 packs of 6 that she has aren’t enough.
Or the people that ask the stupidest questions. It’s 4:30pm on Halloween. A woman walks up to me and asks, is the Halloween candy on sale yet…hmmm, do you see the billions of people running in last minute to buy candy right now? Cuz I do, and somehow I feel like 2 hours before Halloween actually goes down no one is reducing prices. It’s fuckin candy!!! It’s gonna sell regardless.
Working sales, or even in any kind of customer service role does give you a glimpse into random people’s everyday lives and that I like. Today, I had 2 guys stop DIRECTLY BESIDE ME. I was standing at my computer minding my own business. And all of sudden this guy starts talking about how he’s just broken up with his fiancée and she moved out this week and that the wedding was supposed to be getting married this Friday. These guys were so close to me that I could have reached out and touched them, but this one dude felt that it was the perfect time to discuss how much “Cheryl was a bitch” and how much her parents now, “hated him.” The stood there for 20 minutes. At one point I felt uncomfortable and left to smoke and I came back and they still continued to stand there and discuss Cheryl the bitch. It was if I didn’t even exist to these guys and I probably didn’t. They saw me but just didn’t care.
So far, I’m not quite sure where I stand on this job, some days, all day I think, I need a new job NOW and other days I think well, this isn’t too bad. At the end of the day, it’s paying the bills and that’s all that matters at this point. Well, Mo has been talking to me non-stop for the last 2 paragraphs, so I should probably go.
I hope you’ve been Brentertained. I still have wine left.