Famous high street electricals retailer
The Christmas job I had as a student, where I commanded the princely wage of £3/hour, was a pretty shitty place to work. The manager and his deputy had the morals of a necrophiliac's tally-whacker.

They were determined to win the company wide competition where the store with the highest xmas revenue would win a holiday for the manager and his junkyard dog. Amazingly he used this to try and motivate the sales guys.

One of the highlights included the morning pep talk from the Manager telling the sales staff that the head office had a load of obsolete black and white printers cluttering up the warehouse. Everyone was instructed to promote the virtues of black and white printing that week to dump this shite on people who knew no better.

What really pissed me off, and was one of the reasons I walked out, was that when the sales guys put out the display models for products they just flung the empty box into a large room upstairs full from ceiling to floor with other boxes. The instruction manual would fly one way, the remote the other, and all the vital auxillaries would just disappear into the mess.

If you're ever in the position where the thing you want is out of stock and they offer you the display model, just say no. One of my jobs was to box up the display models and try and find the gubbins that was lost somewhere in the stock room that time forgot. More often than not only some of the bits could be found. But the manager and his pet used to insist I'd just box it up and pass it to the customer knowing full well that these were Christmas gifts and these people would be giving these to love ones whose initial glee of getting the gift would turn to dissappointment as they realised it wouldn't be working that day. All so Captain Cunt and his rent boy could get a free holiday.
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