A typical Sunday at Gamestop is loads of fun:
The day starts late enough, thank god, at 11 AM. Of course, when you get there at 10:45 to assist the supervisor in getting everything ready, you have to contend with the people who sit in there cars in front of the store; looking angrily at you as if you're keeping them from doing something. You finally get around to opening the store, and the people come in and make snippy comments, stinking up the place, and only 1/3 of them actually buy anything and that's the $1.99 PS1 games. There's a good 20 minute reprival after that before the little fat, blonde haired, annoying ass 10 year old comes in with hi stupid father. This kid is TRULY annoying. He snaps his hands and says things to the effect of "Uhm, how about a little service MY way" or "Uh, Down here, I need service now" while his father laughs it up like it's the cutest thing in the world. Then you have the guy come in whose traded Mafia for the Xbox in everyday for the past 4 days.....for cash. Of course, YOU know it's stolen, but remember DON'T BE TOO PICKY!!!. Well, later on you get the grossly obese people who bring in their stinking N64, which when I say "stinking" I mean "smells like shit and butter" stinking, and games and look incredulous when you tell them that WWF Warzone is only .50 for trade-in, even though right beside where I'm standing is a drawer filled with 24 copies that sell for $.99 each. Don't forget the chubby, unkempt kid who comes in and loiters while playing the demo machines for a good hour and a half and never buys anything. He just blocks the machines when a paying customer wants to demo something. At around 2 o'clock all the uppity soccer moms come in with their loud, discipline-less kids who run around the store and knock games and accessories to bejesus and back. That's ok though, the mom finds it funny so you should too!! Then you get what I'd like to call "Mr Affluent", you know, he drives up in his AWESOME "pimped-out" ride, which is often times a small or mid-size entry level sedan, and comes in wearing those sweet shades. Of course, he wants ALL the latest games, but with his busy schedule of boning hot chicks and making lots of cash at his high paying job, he only has time to play one and come into the store and be a douche for an hour. Of course, when he DOES buy the hot new game (because money is no object) he pays in credit. Then we have the Pseudo-Hardcore gamers come in, babbling on like they know what the hell they're talking about. I shouldn't be so harsh though, especially because his brother has the "Playstation 3 because he got it form Japan and that's where they make them so they get them REAL early", or because he remembers those oldschool games liek "Resident Evil". I'm sure they have a Mario game all lined up for the PS2 there, buddy. As it gets nearer to closing time (6PM), at around 5:30 or so, you have the late shoppers come in and look around. That's fine. Some of them are freakish in their mannerisms, and some, as mentioned before, smell terrible. It's ok though, it's almost time to close. Well, 6 rolls by.....6:10.....6:15, and you start to realize that no one knows what "Please bring your purchases to the counter, as we must close now" means. The few that actually DO get that you're closing just "Cannot believe that you would close at 6 on sunday". I mean, MY GOD MAN, how will SHE shop if you close?! Finally, you get finished with all the closeout paperwork, and as you leave the building, your manager says "By the way, we'll have to cut you tommow....just hasn't been enough sales. Gotta save payroll." I love it.....