Timid Little Woodland Creatures
I’ve mentioned several times already that nowhere in my town participates in Record Store Day. It’s sad.
But yesterday I got to thinking, wouldn’t it be just my luck that our shite little HMV express crap store actually got some stuff in, this year, and I avoided going to the mall because I simply assumed they weren’t playing along (they’re not indie, after all). They haven’t participated yet, why would they now? But maybe…
So I called the store. What does it hurt to ask, right? What follows is a slightly paraphrased but honestly not exaggerated transcript of my call. For the sake of the full picture, please try to imagine the employees’ voices for what they were – scared teenagers afraid of actually having to do anything, or take responsibility for knowing or doing anything (it makes me so mad). If I’d said BOO! theyd have jumped out of their skin.* And so:
Store: Thanks for calling HMV, this is (I didn’t catch her name, we’ll call her Nit hereafter) speaking, how can I help you?
Me: Did your store participate in Record Store Day this year? Did you receive anything in stock for it?
Nit: Umm… [holds phone away from face awhile]… ummm, let me just go ask…?
Me: OK I’ll wait right here.
[Nit was then gone a loooong time. No hold music, she’d just set the receiver down on the counter and wandered off]…
Nit: Ummm, hello? I don’t really know what that is? And our assistant manager has just gone out on break? Would you be able to call back in a little while?
Me: It’s called Record Store Day. It happens once a year, and there are usually exclusive and interesting releases for it. It happened this past Saturday. Does that ring any bells?
Nit: Umm… I worked on Saturday? And I don’t recall anything like that? Can you call back?
Me: Sure. [I hung up, with absolutely no intention of calling back]
Unreal. A record shop employee that didn’t even know what RSD was, and when someone in charge wasn’t there to help she just went immediately into full defensive mode, hoped I’d go away so she wouldn’t have to, you know, like, DO something, ohmigod. Also, you read that correctly, she phrased every sentence as a question. UGH. Part of me was tempted to keep at it, see if I could break her. But another 8-10 seconds on the phone wasn’t high on my list of priorities.
After supper, I went over to the store. It was after dinner, so it would be a new shift and Nit wouldn’t be there. I was the only customer in the store. Neither employee greeted me, upon entering.
I did a quick scan of the place, didn’t notice anything like a special display or, well, anything different than the last time I was in there. Quelle surprise. I was about to (correctly) conclude that they had nothing and walk back out, my brief hopes of RSD stuff left-over soundly dashed. And then the young heavier-set employee walked over and avoided eye contact while asking if I needed help.
I may have mentioned him before, let’s call him Git. The only thing in his favour was he’s out of his Mom’s basement and gainfully employed. Again, if I’d so much as reached into my inside coat pocket for a stick of gum he’d have flung himself over the racks in a sad attempt at taking cover. So timid, it’s crazy. What, do they beat these people into submission, or something? Are they so afraid of actually needing to know things that they seriously hope no one ever asks them anything? They don’t need to be in my face, but they don’t need to be afraid to speak confidently to customers. It is their job, comes with the shitty t-shirt. Anyway.
I looked straight at him, and, in response to his offer for help, I said:
Me: Did you guys get anything in stock for this year’s Record Store Day?
Git: Ummm… no? I don’t think so? I don’t really know?
[at this point, the woman with whom he was “working” this shift walked close enough that I might have caught her attention and asked her, too, since he was flailing already. But she very, very quickly looked away and made a break for the far end of the store, clipboard of surely vital information in hand].
Me: I didn’t think you had, but still, a guy can hope, right? (me with a big smile, inviting him to join me in my convivial attempt)
Git: Ummm… yes? I don’t really know? Do you need help finding anything?
Me: No. No, I don’t.
Git: [looking exceedingly relieved] Oh good, OK.
And then he walked away so fast you’d think I’d threatened to rip his arms off and beat him with them.
I wandered the store a bit more, to try to wash the stink of ineptitude, fear and absolute lack of social skills out of my brain. I did see a cool Dream Theater boxed set, 10 studio albums for $70 and, even though that’s way out of my price range, I knew that it would probably be a gift that would just keep on giving.
But soon enough I left, leaving the timid little woodland creatures of our shite little HMV express crap outlet to hide for the rest of their shift. I could feel the sigh of relief wafting against my back as I walked through the theft detectors. You see, I’d asked one of them for help (right to his face!), and one customer forcing them to think and interact is probably their shift quota. And they still had two hours to go…
* You’ll think I’m being unfair or uncharitable, in my write-up of this. Or that I was in some way rude to them. I wasn’t, I simply asked a question. They really are THAT bad. It’s… pathetic.
If your HMV is anything like some of them over here, I imagine the problem was that you asked them about something music related. I tell you, *doffs cap and pipe* I remember a time when I would go into HMV and the staff engaged about the music you were looking at or picking up. Commenting and such. Now it’s just like going into an ASDA or some such store. They’re not passionate about music. It’s just retail. It’s just a job.
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Record Store Day is meant for indie shops, not chain stores. HMV might not have been able to get RSD stuff if they wanted to. Which they didn’t, because it’s not a music store. It sells knickknacks. Walking Dead bobbleheads, Doctor Who blankets, Duck Dynasty calendars. After that, it’s a movie/TV show store, mostly because Netflix has a limited selection and pirating movies takes a long time and gets you grumpy letters in the mail. Only after that is it a music store. And that won’t last. Nobody buys music. Or at least not enough people to keep a chain store in business.
I also don’t know who buys Doctor Who blankets but that’s another issue.
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Fair points, although I buy music! Always have. They should run the shop just for meeeeee!
I did say somewhere in there that I didn’t really expect them to have anything (they are corporate), and they’ve never had anything yet, but hope springs eternal. I create these problems for myself, I know, I know… At least it gives me post content. 😉
Oh man, HMV has become the MTV and Much Music of music stores – started out full of music, is now anything but. It’s sad. I’ll be among the last of the dinosaurs, bemoaning the loss of the brick and mortars.
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Say what Ya want about ITunes at least you don’t have to deal with dorks!
Hahahaha….
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Oh I dunno, go on and have a problem with iTunes. It’ll be the dorks at tech support you gotta deal with… 😉
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Goddamn it if K and I experience this every damn time we go into HMV!! Those guys don’t know anything. Hipster lookin’ cool with their sleeve tattoos, but don’t know their own product. In fact, you’re hard-pressed to find any expertise in these minimum-wage type stores anymore. WalMart for one…those guys don’t know about anything they sell. /rant
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The quality of customer service has degraded to the point where I not only fear for the continued existence of our entire economy, but also for the nits that are going to be looking after us in the old age homes. If the degradation continues at this rate, in 40 years we’ll (generally) have an army of mouth-breathers who can’t tie their own shoes, let alone ours.
Our kids, of course, are complete exceptions. 😉
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That’s why I plan to stay spry and vocal into my 90s! I have to…I am childless so I will have to rely on the kindness and ignorance of goof-offs!
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Good plan. Hope it works out for you! And having kids is no guarantee they’ll look after us in our old age… who wants to hang out with the old man? Hahaha
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You’ve undermined your argument by posting pics of creatures I love and want to cuddle!
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I disagree. It undermines nothing to have pictures (and captions) that echo the very title of the blog post… But yeah, you wouldn’t want to hug either Nit or Git. Not that you could, you;d never catch them or their attention.
My only disappointment was not catching a sighting of the elusive Heavy Metal squirrel we all miss and love.
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Damnit I miss that little fella!
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We all do!
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I made a Cupface of the metal squirrel!
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You gonna post that bad boy here, or will I have to??
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Go for it! I’m not sure how to post a picture in the comments.
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OK you asked for it…
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Hahaha that RULES! Where’s HMO?
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WOO! Where is Scott???
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You realize, of course, that that cup is full of the blood of his enemies…
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ALL HAIL OUR HEAVY METAL OVERLORD!!
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HEAR HEAR!! \m/ \m/
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Not sure I approve of the Metal Squirrel being included in a thread about timid woodland creatures. He’s a killer! He’ll do you!
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I took the image you posted from FB, saved it to my desktop, uploaded it to my media library, then put the link in the comments. WP does the rest.
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Noted!
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Seconded. Post it! Post it!
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OK that rules.
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Oh dear. You need a real record store.
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I’ve said that for years. It’s why I hope to get to the city every now and then (I get to go to Taranna in a couple of weeks and have all day, downtown, by myself!). The rest I seek out online.
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I’m just glad it wasn’t THESE woodland creatures!
Hail Satan!
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Hahaha wtf was that?! You know I almost wish it had been those creatures instead of what I got!
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The woodland critters are some of the most sick and evil characters on South Park!
Jen’s got at least two great HMV stories from the mall. I’ve been trying to get her to write em up for a while but she’s not the writing kind.
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I know you’re not exaggerating! I’m not surprised this happens but I’m glad you wrote it and posted it.
I hope Jen will write her similar HMV experiences here in town with idiots who don’t know anything about what they sell.
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Thanks dude, it was really frustrating. All I could think was oh my goodness the real world (if they ever try living in it) is going to eat these people alive.
Glad I could inspire yet another post for you.
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