| Dear denizens of this area,
I know that your system is broken. I'm well aware I work at a video game store and the general idea is that I'm supposed to be a basement-dwelling introverted genius that dissects and reassembles systems and other sorts of technology for fun. I'm happy to say that my technological dissection skills are well-rounded on PCs, but I am thoroughly inexperienced in the realm of game consoles.
I am sorry to say that I cannot fix your system over the phone. I know the little red light is blinking, I know the controller won't work, I know the disc won't play, and I can hear that strange humming through the phone. I can't vocally guide you through reparations if I am not there. Don't get offended when I tell you to call Microsoft, Nintendo, or Sony. Please don't blame me for the problem because the store I work at sold it to you several months ago offering a warranty just in case something like that came up [which you refused to buy]. Please don't come into the store red-faced and spitting mad and demand to be given another system of the same type which we are completely sold out of.
Sincerely,
Danielle
ps: The Wii is still sold out, and no, I have no idea when we're getting another shipment in.
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| I ate a fantastic burger today and hours later remembered why I stopped eating meat in the first place.
I forgot about being curled up for 2 hours in pain after eating said tasty foodstuffs because my stomach hates anything that isn't a mild vegetable dish. Even the lightest chicken dish I can think of leaves me feeling miserable. Why, stomach, why? Why do you deny me delicious ribs and hot wings? |
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| I keep on getting really strange headaches from nowhere. I wonder if they're happening because my jaw has been clenched an awful lot lately.
I am looking forward to returning to school. I want to meet new people and make new friends. I love the ones I've got, but they're all over the place and anywhere but home. I'm excited to be working at Gamestop again. I'll be doing anything but sitting around this semester. It feels good to not be a loser. |
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