Ten years ago today, August 20th, 2006, was my last day with EB Games. I could have told you without looking when my first day was — June 30, 1999 — but not the last. It wasn’t burned into my memory in the same way. I knew it was coming up, maybe it was even … Continue reading Leaving EB Games, Ten Years On
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Sometimes selfishness doesn't pay. Which isn't a lesson I've really learned in my life, as I generally am not a selfish person. Still, selfish moments do happen. And one such moment happened on a flight from Las Vegas to Raleigh. Until six years ago I worked for EB Games. We had annual manager conferences, usually … Continue reading On a Miserable Flight
I have an account at DailyKos, the progressive online community, though I’ve very rarely used it in the past six or seven years. Maybe I’ll post a diary once a year, maybe I’ll log in and make a comment on a post that interests me. Maybe. This morning I saw a diary entitled “Confessions of … Continue reading On Retail Experiences
I woke this morning to two messages on Facebook from an old acquaintance. Someone who worked for me at EB Games a decade ago had passed away last month. His name was Chris Jackson, and I met him one of my first days working for EB Games in Exton in June 1999. He was a … Continue reading On Remembering An Old Employee
I’ve mentioned at times my utter inability to remember dreams. I know that I dream — or, at least, I feel that I’ve dreamed. I’ve been in the dream state while awake, which is a very strange place to be. But, by and large, my dreams are walled away in my consciousness and inaccessible to … Continue reading On the Rare Remembered Dream
I’m out of town this weekend for the Christmas holiday, visiting friends and family in North Carolina. Yes, even atheists celebrate Christmas. I thought I’d go to the archives and share two Christmas Eve stories. I used to be a store manager for EB Games, first in Pennsylvania, then in North Carolina. Christmas Eve 2004, … Continue reading On Christmas Eve Reflections
I’ve little doubt that some of you reading this, perhaps many of you reading this, spent the day braving the shopping centers and malls, in search of Black Friday deals and making a dent in your Christmas shopping. I spent another Black Friday at the office. I had little on my plate today; I wrote … Continue reading On a Black Friday Memory
I dreamt last night of EB Games. I was in my store, in Cary. I was alone in the store. Presumably, it was before I unlocked the door. Early morning, then. My store was… odd. The fixtures were big, bulky, wooden things. No other EB Games store looked like mine. The walls were brown. The … Continue reading On Dreams of EB Games
A hectic week at the office this shall be. I can already sense it, like a great disturbance in the Force. There’s nothing wrong with that; staying busy is a good thing. It was a LEGO holiday. My sister and her husband gave me the LEGO Star Wars Visual Dictionary, which will prove invaluable in … Continue reading On the Christmas Weekend
There are times I’m glad I no longer work for EB Games/GameStop. Opening up my e-mail inbox today was one of those times. Here’s the subject line: Hugenormous Savings at GameStop! “Hugenormous”? Whiskey tango foxtrot? It doesn’t roll off the tongue, not the way “ginormous” does. How do you pronounce that? “Hug… enormous”? “Hew… gee.. … Continue reading On Illinguistic E-mails
The Nintendo generation passed me by. It didn’t make me cry. It certainly didn’t make me blue. But when my friends had the Nintendo Entertainment System, I didn’t. I didn’t really even care. That rectangular controller? All those buttons? It made no sense to me. So, the whole appeal of Mario? I don’t get it. … Continue reading On Super Mario, As Never Seen Before
My habit of holding onto old e-mails and documents paid dividends today. At Natalie and Beau’s wedding reception Saturday night I found myself talking to Natalie’s cousin. I was trying to figure out how long I knew them. I ran the numbers in my head, and I decided that it was almost exactly five years … Continue reading On Friends and Five Years Gone