Thursday, August 14, 2008

Family Time and The Bitch Customer (or who REALLY stole the mango from the mango tree)

Before i forget this, Happy (belated) Birthday to Daphine who safely made it passed the dangerous age this week, sans tattoes or nipple piercings. Good luck with Campus!!


Right... So a memeber of this congregation finally found mr.E's and was disappointed to find i didnt have exactly what she wanted... which sucked. But see, she took it like you'd expect an adult to handle it. The other day, actually its been more than a week now, i had my first bitch customer (not to imply that my first customer was a bitch... Actually, Darlyne was officially my first customer and she's been nothing but supportive of my mini-enterprise since its start... You're all kinds of awesome, D-Sugar). But no, this was my very first Bitch of a customer. Now i can take as much shit from people as the next guy but i seriously wanted to punch this woman in the face. Not cos she was wrong or anything. Truth be told, her complaint was a genuine one. She's taken a disk home only to find it was scratched so when she came back it was all:


"Eh this place is so hard to find! Its far from everything and hidden! Then i reach here, you dont even have what i want... then i take your lousy movie and the dvd is scratched! I thought your place was new! My husband said your things are new but then they are all scratched... blablablablabla..."


You know what offended me the most? Not her snooty outfit or her exxagerated perfume, not her second hand english or undesirable neckline... it was the fact that she was right. I mean, she was absolutely right about the fact that a customer should expect the dvd they take home to work and should have the right to complain if it doesnt. Thats what pissed me off the most: here she was bitching in my store and i couldnt do a thing cos i knew she was right.

I gave her an extra free lollipop. That's not a euphemism. We sometimes give out free candy.



Anyways, a member of this readership (thats a word, right?) finally found my store and i gotta say, she was looking finger-licking when she came in, especially the 2nd time. But see here's the thing: am i allowed to say that to customer? Its been pointed out to me on SEVERAL occasions (Enough already!) that i have a tendency to say inappropriate things. I know this. Mostly i say whatever the fuck i want to say and if you dont like it, you can just fuck off. But i cant be like that in this line of work. its not an admirable or even acceptable character trait when you're in the customer service industry. Now i've really tried to tone it down but i've realised that i almost always hit on the 30 year old ladies who walk into mr.E's. I dont come onto them like the Zohan ("You look very bangable today"!) but honestly, i flirt with them quite a bit. Most times unintentionally. Why 30 year olds? Simply cos they're much safer than 19 year olds. Oh yeah, SheilaH walked in looking like this:



Yeah... apparently, they werent done yet. But she looked quite bangable! I just loved that line... I'm gonna miss my vaccists. Stupid University!


Finally, people always ask what it is i do on my day off and i tell them i go to Didi's World or to the zoo or chill out watching cartoons and this always gets a laugh. The irony here is that i'm actually not kidding. I really do do all those things cos i spend my day-offs... days-off... but its one day... anyway, i spend it with my sister's family. This is always the best part of my week. I mean late night coffe with Eve or closing shop early to eat out with Jane is awesome, but kicking it with my sister's family tops all else. Kinda brings me back to square one after one hell of a shitty week, you know.




Oh and it is my esteemed honour and absolute delight that not one but 2 of my big sisters are expecting children late this year! Cant wait to have another one of these rascals to pass my knowledge onto.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Kudos to Ivan M (or why i gave up my ambitions of being a cowboy on Christmas Eve 1989)

I dont know how i've been forgetting to mention it but this beautiful map/ flyer/ bumper sticker (above) was designed exclusively for mr.E's by the young talent who goes by the name of Ivan...or Ivan M... or Soki..... or The One.... or Slayer..... or No Touching.....and when i say "designed exclusively" i mean he poured his heart and soul into coming up with every detail, every nook and cranny that went into its creation... Except for the colour scheme which i chose to match with the rental store's interior.... oh and the characters which i painstakingly downloaded off the internet and envisioned on paper.... oh and the drawing of the map which i did strictly from memory.... and the basic layout which i conceived to keep the image simple.... and the text which i composed to say as much as possible in as few words as possible... yeah.... but Ivan, he... he certainly moved the mouse around.... quite a bit, i must admit.... and he also... he um..... yeah, clicking.... he did some serious clicking, Ivan did. So really the respect and admiration for the visual delight above rightfully belongs to Ivan M, without whom mr.E's wouldnt be what it is today. Good job, buddy.

Monday, August 4, 2008

The Cake Lady and My Idle Ways

Alot of people dont understand how its possible, but believe it or not, every now and then... i get bored. I mean, i know i have a world of movies, a knife wielding Angelina or a teary-eyed Tom Hanks just a click away, plus the occasional vaccist popping in to brighten my day but consider the fact that i've seen most all the movies in our extensive collection and even though i wouldnt admit this under oath to save a man's life, after a while... its just... seen one heavenly youthful rack, you've seen them all.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I know some of you are picking up on the fact that i ogle my customers' variously protruding cleavages but let me be the first to say this and i want it clearly understood: I have NEVER, in my entire lifetime, and i swear this on Thor, god of thunder, that i have NEVER admired a cleavage that didnt want or deserve my expert attention.

Which brings us to Sheilah. This is Sheilah.


Actually, i do not objectify her like i do almost any other of the hot, impressionable young women of tomorrow that float into my movie parlour. If anything, i enjoy Sheilah's visits because she doesnt get all insecure about the fact that i'm not trying to romance her or lech after her like i'm sure most men do. It was established quite early on that she is THAT age... you know the one i mean... The Age of Which We Do Not Speak... (19)... and she assured me that i'm not her type. Apprently she "is more into hot dudes" (ouch!!). So we're safe around each other thus we talk about anything: TV shows (she has crappy taste), going to campus (i've never been...awwww), sex with virgins ("boring", though i disagree), sex with midgets ("taboo", though i disagree) and one of the most fascinating things i've learned this year: women's objective discussions about slutting.

the E: ... I'm serious, those are your options. When you join campus you can either stay celibate or become a slut.

Sheilah:...............

the E: Wait... wait, so you're actually considering sluthood? i thought you'd hit me with your phone or give me the look you threw me when i suggested porn as an alternative to Scrubs Sn 6 disk 2... Yeah, that look!

Sh: No, its not like i'm considering but its just funny cos me and my sister are always talking about it-

the E: Hold up, hold up... You mean you and your sisters actually sit around and weigh the pros and cons of Sluthood? Are you serious?

Sh: Yeah i mean you have to talk about it... doesnt mean we're doing it!

the E: yeah i know but you're telling me girls sit around and have rational discussions about just letting loose like Free Willy... as in the movie... You havent watched Free Willy? wow, you musta had a rubbish childhood- Ow!! You're going to break your stupid phone!

Sh: I swear if you break my phone-

the E: If I break your phone? If my FOREHEAD breaks your phone?.... ... .... ...........

Yeah, its good times when she comes round. Hey SheilaH, if you ever get round to reading this... congrats on making it to that next step. Hope campus is everything you've read about in Red Pepper! Good Luck!



I love cake. No... i am cake. No... if cake were a movie, it would be a lesbian porn fest starring Scarlett Johanssen and a younger Raquel Welch as a teacher-student couple in a taboo relationship who decide to recruit .. um a pre-preggo Jessica Alba, Jessica Simpson, Jessica Biel, Jessica White and... all the other hot Jessicas... and non-Jessicas... into their big lesbian/bisexual spring break bonanza where i'm judging the hottest lesbian/bisexual tongue kissing contest-

....wow... i really got sidetracked there, didnt i? Stupid hot Jessica White!

The point was that i really, REALLY love cake. And hot chicks named Jessica. Which us brings us to this lovely young lady right here:





This is Marianne (though i call her Jessica in my mind). She is some kind of angel i think. Whenever she graces me with a visit, the sun seems to shine a little bit brighter. We've known each other for like 10 years now (10!!) and I think she hovers magically above the ground because i imagine her feet are too delicate to touch the earth. She is heaven sent. And i'm not just saying it cos she brings me cake. That's only like 88% of the reason i think she's a celestial being. Anyone who's met her knows what i'm talking about. Marianne brings the hummingbirds to life. Okay, and she brought me cake AGAIN today!!! Which was totally AWESOME!!! Cos cake is like... is there anything like cake? From now on, i am instating a new policy in E's domain: anyone visiting my 12 sq ft republic must present cake at the village gates before they're let in. Cookies will only be accepted as a weaker alternative after long negotiations.

So yeah... i was bored the other day and i decided to take my keyboard apart and... you know... wipe the dust off or whatever... WOW, i will never, ever do such a foolish thing again as long as i live. Fuck!!! yeah, the next time you're feeling idle, just glance at the following horrific, nightmare inducing pictures of my disassembled keyboard and you'll come to your senses.

WARNING: The following images are very graphic and somewhat disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised...