The Joys of Jackson and Best Buy

Not too long ago I took a part time sales position at Best Buy. With my newly acquired bachelor's degree, I had hoped for something more impressive, or at least better paying; but I am told that that will come with time (and/or a better economy... yeah right). All things considered, though, it hasn't been a bad job thus far. The people I work with are all cool enough, and I already know a lot of what I'm doing, so it's not too stressful. Today seemed like a winner for odd customers, though. Here's an incomplete rundown:

- An elderly, smelly, and I think partially undead gentlemen stood by me and another customer I was helping, staring and opening and closing his mouth, making a gross, watery, smacking noise to get my attention. When I finally got around to helping him, he asked if I could get a printer for him. It was on the top of a shelf, and when I got ready to climb the rolling stairs to get it he said, with a grin on his face, "you're going up to see the Lord"...

- Why honesty may not always be the best policy:
Man: I want this laptop.
Me: Ok. Have you spoken with one of our associates to make sure it will do everything you need it to do?
Man: Will it do porn?
Me: It will do porn.
Man: I'll take it.

- Some people apparently think it's effective to talk trash about associates (aka me and Justin) in order to produce the answers they want. Examples include, but are not limited to: "so you don't really know anything about this do you", and "how long have you been working here?"... also, whispering and smirking to one's wife and casting condescending glances seems to be another common practice. I guess each employee is expected to be intimately familiar with each and every feature of each and every product...

- It is also an apparent strategy for large framed men to try and stair down not-so-large-framed sales associates (me again) in order to try and lower manufacturer determined prices completely out of said associate's jurisdiction. If that doesn't work, it could be followed up by walking away muttering, "that's fine, if you don't want our business"....


Seriously, why would I want to be anywhere else?