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Do not defile the sacred-ness that is PopTarts. 'Specially S'Mores ones. D:

Poptarts, I think it's cool that you can get like three foot flames offa those bad boys if your toaster gets jammed. Whooboy. WOOF! Bye-bye house. xp

I don't like them as much as I used to as a kid. Just too sickeningly sugary. confused

Anyhow, I used to work at a bookstore, and gee whiz willickers, how many times have I started long, drawn-out story with that very phrase? What I hated was that our performance was rated on several factors; average dollar-per-transaction, average item-per-transaction, and our ability to convince people to buy $10 discount cards.

We had to, every transaction, ask the customer if that was all they wanted for the day. We had to reccomend two impulse items, like chocolate or a bookmark or a greeting card or some such s**t. Then we had to go into the membership card spiel.

"Are you a member of our discount club? You're not? Well, it's a pretty sweet deal. It's a ten-dollar annual fee, but you save ten percent on all of your purchases with us. Even better, for every hundred dollars you spend, we mail you a five-dollar gift certificate." (We had to talk it up as much as possible. It was a pretty decent deal, considering that our competitor offered a discount card too; $25 annually, for ONLY a 10% discount)

I hated it. Hated it. Every single customer who wasn't a member. Even the ones who came in twice a week and said "No, please stop asking me" whenever the subject came up. (I finally explained to that particular individual that I had to tell everyone who wasn't a member every time, and if it was up to me, I'd leave them alone.) I did awesomely at first, because there wasn't any pressure on me to perform well. Then there started being more pressure from the home office to get everyone's percentages up as high as possible, and wham, my numbers dropped. I'd have been fired, except that I was Customer Service Babe and all the customers loffed me to itty bits. Even if they wouldn't buy the damn membership. xp

*cough*

Anyhow, if Xanilus happens to see this thread, he might again tell us how much he hates having to push products he knows are likely faulty, defective, or otherwise lame. He tells a good yarn.

*does the dance of Xanilus Summoning*

... *realizes she could just PM him... but she's too lazy to do that.* sweatdrop

if it's what I think it is, it's a product that's basically plastic rhinestone stickers. You put them on youself. On your belongings. On other people. Makes them look cheap-jewel-encrusted. Very ah ... *searches for word* Tacky.

Yeah, I've seen those types of thing with the warrenty. It's hard to get most honored whenever you get sold one, no matter where you shop. But especially at places like Best Buy/Futureshop/Fry's/etc.

@Rayinte: I've always hated that, when I worked at Gamestop we had to do pretty much the same thing with the Game Informer cards. Luckily, the deal is actually pretty good for regular customers, but it still kind of bugged me.

I got off lucky though, my boss was nice. He just told me to sell what I thought was best, so I was able to get off only recommending things I thought were worthwhile. Plus, most of the employees around here will tell you how to get around most of the store policies and make the most out of what you spend. I'm going to go reapply there soon.

Amen. They're icky. Just thinking about the 'Smores ones makes me a little nauseated. The only ones I can possibly eat are the Cherry, Grape, or Apple Cinnamon ones. And that's only if there's nothing else to eat.

I have never seen this "bling" commercial. I feel deprived.

Does it involve Mr. T?