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Mar. 15th, 2009
Damn, I am so glad I'm not one of the sales guys at the moment. Things in work are getting Strict. They're throwing numbers and targets around left, right and centre... you must approach the customers in such and such a way, you must ask such and such questions, or there will be hell to pay... I'm very happy to be in my little cash desk corner, sometimes. Although there are times when the store's setup seriously makes it feel like "not sales" = "nobody". Eh. Well, I'm in good company.
Amusing incident this morning, though, when we were setting up the shop. I'm just mooching around setting the tills up; someone else is turning the TVs on. And all of a sudden, I hear some very familiar sounds coming from that department.
"We're no strangers to love..."
Yeah. We got Rickrolled by the shop merchandise itself. (We keep half the TVs on a music channel, the other half on the Our Store Demo Advert DVD. So it was just chance that The Astley was playing right then as the TVs started up. But ... still.) Half the TV department full of dancing 80s cheesiness.
I couldn't stop laughing.
And one of the sales team leaders kept singing along to it... this did not help.
So, so corrupted by the 'net.
Amusing incident this morning, though, when we were setting up the shop. I'm just mooching around setting the tills up; someone else is turning the TVs on. And all of a sudden, I hear some very familiar sounds coming from that department.
"We're no strangers to love..."
Yeah. We got Rickrolled by the shop merchandise itself. (We keep half the TVs on a music channel, the other half on the Our Store Demo Advert DVD. So it was just chance that The Astley was playing right then as the TVs started up. But ... still.) Half the TV department full of dancing 80s cheesiness.
I couldn't stop laughing.
And one of the sales team leaders kept singing along to it... this did not help.
So, so corrupted by the 'net.