I received an e-mail from GameStop this evening…
Dear Wayward GameStop Customer,
We miss you. And we’re worried. There must be some reason why you haven’t been responding to our emails. We’re wondering if you still want them – bursting with the latest from GameStop:
- Exclusive game trailers
- GameStop exclusive bonus items
- Events at stores near you
- Awesome special offers
- Price drops
- And lots more!
At which point, I’m supposed to press a button in the e-mail, but Opera isn’t showing it to me.
And if I don’t press the button, “we’ll just go into a corner and cry assuming that you no longer want to hear from us.”
Which is perfectly fine by me. GameStop’s e-mails are fucking annoying. (Here’s a blast from that particular past.)
And despite having worked for the company, or perhaps because I worked for the company, I have absolutely zero interest in giving them any of my business in the future. Working for GameStop is an Orwellian nightmare. Innovation and free thought are not just discouraged; they are actively punished. The metrics of retail are meaningless, in favor of fictional numbers that are utterly meaningless. Giving GameStop money only encourages their insanity.
Never mind the fact that they have never paid me for my last week with the company.
So, no, GameStop, I don’t want your e-mails any more. I don’t care about your game trailers. I don’t want your bonus items (and, let’s be honest, GameStop isn’t good at giving out the bonus items for pre-orders). I don’t give a damn about your special offers. The GameStop chapter of my life is over. I’m better off without it.
Good riddance, GameStop.