Friday, September 14, 2012

Retail Bluz Part 2

In my last post, I wrote about my early experiences working retail.  I now pick up the tale after being promoted to Assistant Manager of a huge record store in Toledo OH.

It was a big change, when my manager was promoted to District Manager.  I went from 3rd Key to Assistant, and the Assistant became Manager.  Luckily, I had a great relationship with her.  She was a lot of fun to work with, despite her being nicknamed, The Dragon Lady.

That came from when the Manager and I used to go out to this Mexican restaurant for lunch, and they served these killer margaritas.  We’d have a huge enchilada and two or three margaritas, and then he’d swing me back by the store and say, “I’m going home.  YOU go in and tell The Dragon Lady.”

At least she couldn't be mad at me… I was the one who came back (even if I was useless for the rest of the day.)

Toledo was kind of an “outpost” in my DM’s new territory.  Most of his other stores were in Cleveland; some were little mall stores, and some were larger, freestanding stores like in Toledo.  A number of them had some operational problems, so we got used to him calling us out there and plunging us into cleanup projects.  Usually it was a situation where the store had an excess of “returns” filling up the back room, which needed processing.

The record business was unique in the retail world in that you could write up a percentage of your stock and return it to the record labels for credit.  Like if the label rep convinces you to buy 2 cases of a new release and it promptly stiffs, you can return the overstock after a certain amount of time.  You could also write up all returned or defective merchandise.

But it was a very labor-intensive process which often got neglected, hence the need for some fresh people to come out and tackle the project.  Cleaning overstock out of back rooms became my calling card.  I was like Rambo with a tie tied around my head, a box cutter on my belt and a wild look in my eye.

There was one store manager out there that I particularly liked.  She was a cute little blonde named Debbie, who ran our mall store in Parma, (the place Drew Carey used to sing about in his original TV show theme song).  After cleaning out her back room like a pen and box cutter-wielding tornado, I asked her out.  I mean, how could she refuse me, after all the work I just did for her?  Anyway, I brought her flowers and we had a pleasant, if chaste, date, before I headed back to Toledo.

I didn't have a chance to work for the Dragon Lady very long before our DM changed the game.  One day in January, he phoned me and told me to pack a bag and meet him at 7:00 AM at our Parma store.  I was pretty sure that meant he was assigning me my own store, but he refused to give me any details.  He told me to tell no one.  It all was very cloak and dagger.  I was just hoping that I would have the chance to continue working on Debbie.

So, cut to Monday morning when I met him at the roll-down gate of the store.  We went to the Roy Rogers’, across the hall, where he crushed my dreams in one fell swoop.

Debbie is a felon and a lesbian.  Last night she turned over a gym bag with almost $5,000 in it that she had stolen from the store.  She stole money from the Christmas deposits and has been rolling the funds over from the subsequent days to cover it.  She’s in jail and you’re the new manager.”

I was cow kicked.  I sputtered, “What do you mean, ‘she’s a lesbian??’”

Always right on point, I am.  But apparently the irregularities with the deposits made our Loss Prevention guys curious, so they went into the store after hours and found evidence of her embezzlement.  And they also found a stash of love letters between her and a female friend, hence the “lesbian” comment.

So I didn't get any more dates, but I got my own store.  I wasn't disappointed for very long… I had too many other emotions flooding through my body…

Was I ready for this?  Could I really be the guy in charge?  How could I be manager when I didn't know what the EFF I was doing most of the time?  I was excited, worried and terrified all at once.  Once again, I’d stepped on the merry-go-round and it was spinning me along whether I liked it or not.
This was my new “home,” which was every bit as slick and ultra-modern as my last store was rough and retro.

Somehow, that next week, I found an apartment, rented a truck, packed up my shit in Toledo and hit the road for Cleveland.  It was tough leaving my buddies back in Toledo, but I was fortunate that I wasn't going too far; just two hours away.  The scary part was that I was completely on my own, with no security blanket of friends or family.  I had to be a grownup now.

Still, I made friends out there pretty fast.  In fact, one of my friends from the Toledo store, Kenny “the Viking,” was already out there running one of the freestanding stores.  And another guy, Ron, moved out there about the same time I did, so the three of us hung out a lot together.  (See my Tales from the Strip Club posts.  They all start with my moving to Cleveland and hanging with those rascals.)

Settling into Cleveland was a lot easier than getting started at the store.  My inherited staff was kind of a mixed bag, the most problematic of which was a father/daughter team that worked there.  Daughter was a high school student; father was a part-time DJ, the latter of which did not get along with my DM.  My first order of business was to fire him.

Man, I was scared shitless.  I’d never fired anyone before and this guy was probably 15 years older than me.  But they were used to basically doing whatever they wanted in the store, like playing his homemade mix tapes instead of the tapes the company sent.  Now, I hated playing the company tapes too, but as a new manager, I was a Company Man all the way.  Plus, I had direct orders.

It turned out to be easier than I anticipated.  The DM spoke to him ahead of time, basically telling him that the party was over and he was cutting his hours back.  When I met with him, all I had to do was accept his resignation.  Somehow, I managed to remain on good terms with the daughter and she was a turned out to be a decent employee. 

So, I got their back office systems in order, instituted the cash management techniques I learned in Toledo, and slowly but surely turned the store around.  Sure, there were some bumps.  I was still a bit too heavy-handed; probably over-compensating for feeling like a rookie.  But that was also the model I was used to.  When my DM was my manager, he set the rules and you followed them, period.

You can never underestimate the importance of a quality Assistant.  One person just can’t be there 24/7; you have to leave sometime, and you need to turn things over to someone that shares your vision.  It’s so much easier said than done.  Sometimes, I found, the Assistant does more harm than good.  If you’re lucky, you find that out before they do too much damage to your store and the rest of the staff.

I was lucky in Parma that I was set up with a pretty good Assistant and 3rd Key.  But I also learned that it wouldn't last.  If you have a good Assistant, you’ll inevitably lose her to a Store Manager spot opening elsewhere.  That’s the nature of the business.

Another thing I wasn't used to was the theft.  There was so much more of it in a mall setting than in my old freestanding store.  The biggest problem was the bin of loose cassettes we had near the doors.  It was just too easy to shove a couple in your pocket and ease out the door.

We also had to deal with professional record thieves, called “boosters.”  These were guys that worked in teams and could clean out whole sections of your bins.  They would only target high-demand hit albums, which they could easily resell to wholesalers. 

The scheme was simple; one guy would occupy the clerk with constant questions while the other guy would grab giant handfuls of albums and shove them into big pockets sewn into the lining of his jacket.  They would work every store in a market and then move on.  So we were always on the lookout for these guys, and when anyone got a line on one, they’d call all the other stores in the district.  Some of these guys even wore wigs and disguises and stuff. 

But I’ll never forget that punch in the gut feeling when I’d walk down an aisle and see one of the album pockets in a record bin sitting there half empty, when I know that 10 minutes ago, it was overflowing with product.  Fuckers…

Hey, you want to learn how to make a living by stealing from stores?  Ask a retail manager.  We have to know all the tricks if we are to have any chance of stopping them.  I used to love hanging out with our Loss Prevention guys, who always had these amazing tales to tell about scams they've seen, both internal (like the Debbie situation) and external.  What a world.

You know, I only ever intended to make one long post or maybe two short ones to talk about my retail life.  But don’t be surprised if this ends up as a series.  I have so much more to talk about.  I mean, I thought I was going to write a paragraph or two about Parma, until I started typing.  But how could I possibly omit a story like the felonious lesbian?

Stay tuned for more.  (Stories, not felonious lesbians. And "The Felonious Lesbians" is totally a great punk rock band name.)

14 comments:

  1. "Moon over Parma..." "Cleveland rocks!" Now I will be singing these ditties for the rest of the day.

    I laughed out loud when I read your response to what Debbie was all about. I would have expected nothing else to be your first reaction/comment. :-)

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  2. I swear, that was my first reaction... The heck with getting my own store... You mean I have no shot with Debbie??

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  3. Bravo on becoming a truly BIG BOY. For all its faults, Cleveland has a special spot in my heart and memory.
    Do the Felonious Lesbians speak Parmesan? Wear babushkas and galoshes?
    Just curious.
    Let the Wild Saga continue..

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    1. As much as I rag on Cleveland, I had a great time living there. It was a great music town.

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  4. 'I was cow kicked. I sputtered, “What do you mean, ‘she’s a lesbian??’”' LMAO!!

    Ah, this brought back memories of the time I worked for Radio Shack. Perhaps I should write about that, but I only have one story and it's not half as interesting. Ok, so I guess I won't write about it.

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    1. Because all my friends knew I was sweet on Debbie, they busted my chops for weeks about “turning her lesbian.” They said bringing flowers on our first date did it and started called me FTD Bluz… Bastards…

      OK, you have to tell your Radio Shack story, now that you have me all teased up…

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  5. Apparently the book business is a lot like the record business, because you can return books to publishers, too. And my bookstore's back room used to be BRIMMING with those things at all times, so I guess we needed a Rambo of our own.

    I looooove that your DM specifically felt like it was important that Debbie was a lesbian. I guess it was a different time. Or maybe it's still the same. Lesbians are salacious.

    Why is loss prevention so interesting to us? It must be almost just as thrilling to read about stealing as it is to actually do it.

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    1. Yeah, the book business is quite similar, from what I could see. (I also worked for a year in a big-box store made up of huge music, book, movie and software departments. I suppose I’ll have to cover that story in this series too.)

      I think my DM only brought up that she was a lesbian because he knew I was interested in dating her. Probably trying to soften the blow, and make sure I didn’t go post her bail, so we could have a 2nd date. It wasn’t anything discriminatory… in fact, one of our Toledo managers was gay, and it was never an issue with us or anyone on the staff. We were probably even a little ahead of the curve, for the mid 80s.

      Listening to Loss Prevention stories is like getting your own personal version of Cops, or Law and Order, told to you by the participants. I’ll get into it later, but at my next store, I had a large office space so I shared it for a year or so with a LP guy. He had some great stories… I learned a lot from that guy, especially if I ever want to turn to a life of crime.

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  6. HAHA! I love retail memories! I've got lots of them too. Keep em coming! :o)

    Hugs!

    Valerie

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    1. Oh, they’re coming. I’m just having trouble focusing. When I started this series, I wanted to talk about the trials and lessons learned from working retail. But I found, in the telling, that there are so many little stories involved, I can’t not tell them. So this may take a while.

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  7. You should write a book!! "The Misadventures of a Bluz Dude"
    I would definitely buy several copies to give to my friends! Think about it!!!

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    1. I AM writing a book. I write it one chapter at a time and publish it right here.

      OK, seriously, some day I’m going to collect the best stuff from this blog and put it all together into a book… probably several. I’d have one for life stories, one for political commentary, and one for… well, I don’t know, I’m sure there’s something else… “goofy shit,” probably. Although the problem with political commentary is that it has a short shelf life. Like, who would want to buy a book in 2012 about some dude’s opinion about the Clinton Years?

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  8. She was lesbian???? Oh no! But you cleaned out her storeroom. Could that be what turned her? Hmmmm.

    Quite the retail stories there bluz.

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    1. I KNOW, right? How's that for gratitude? I swear, they should come with a disclaimer.

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