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Showing posts with label Borders Inc.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Borders Inc.. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Why We Got the Jerks We Deserved (and Now They're Loose!)
I'm
going to warn you right off the bat, some of you will recognize
yourselves in this post. If you do, I want to apologize – not
because I've offended you by calling you out, but because I'm one of
the ex-Borders employees who taught you to be an entitled jerk.
Most
of you other readers are innocent of any of these shenanigans, but
will recognize your own customers, regardless of what sort of store
you work in, because the economy we've suffered for the past 15 years
has bred a lot of desperate customer-service policies. But there are
some issues that are peculiar to bookstores, mainly because someone got
the bright idea that book stores should have a coffee shop attached
to them.
I
can just see the wheels turning the head of the jerk who thought that
one up. What would I want in a book shop to make the experience
relaxing and perfect? they asked
themselves. A place to sit down, read a book, sip a latte
. . .
Yeah,
that's great, all right. And in the late 90s this worked out fairly
well for Borders and Barnes & Noble. People trashed a lot of
stuff in the cafes (spilling coffee on unpaid merchandise and getting
goopy fingerprints all over it), but the economy was good enough that
they also spent a lot of money in those superstores. They became
social meeting places, and that must have seemed like a great way to
get customers into the stores
.
.
In
fact, it was a great way to get people into
the stores. People are often not customers.
And as the economy tanked, and people had a harder and harder time
paying for even the basics, some were able to continue enjoying their
books and lattes – because they didn't have to pay for the books.
Or the magazines. Or the newspapers that they spread all over the
place as if they had purchased them.
There
was an unspoken agreement between the superstores and their clientele
that if you were sitting in a chair and reading a book, it was
because you were considering buying that book. It was (mostly) true
at one time. But by the time Borders went bankrupt, it was usually
not true. And as we
employees watched families move in to the children's section to grab
armloads of books and spread themselves out on the floor as if they
were in their own living rooms, we could see which way the tide was
turning. These folks became so bold, they brought bags
of MacDonald's food in with them and put greasy fingerprints all over
the books they left in untidy stacks on the floor.
And
we did it to ourselves. We
created the environment that made it possible for people to walk all
over us. We should have been trying to adapt to the bad economy
instead of pretending it was all a matter of good customer service.
And now Borders is gone, and surviving book businesses are having to
cope with customers who were raised in a barn. Many of these folks
are now shopping for books they are considering buying online, but
they want to review them first, turning local bookstores into the
amazon.com showroom.
Yes,
people are behaving pretty badly sometimes. And very few businesses
have adapted to the situation. One of the few I can think of is
Wired? Cafe in Taos, New Mexico. They have a handful of book titles
that they sell, but most of the books on their shelves are used books
donated by staff and customers, available to read for free. Primarily,
they sell lattes and internet/computer time. Since they're located
in a popular travel destination, this model works beautifully for
them.
As
for the rest of us, we're still suffering from the austerity policies
that have wrecked economies all over the world (she said, without the
least hint of political bias). Until things get better, the
knee-jerk customer-service policies that companies think up to
compensate for the fact that customers don't have any money will
continue to create monsters among their clientele. Sooner or later,
regardless of the economy in general, this is going to have to be
sensibly addressed.
Photo
by Em, drawings by the fabulous Ernest Hogan.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Yodeling Goats Drive Big Box Bookstore Into Bankruptcy
Years ago, my friend Eileen Rowan and I worked together at the same Borders, and somehow we got onto the topic of the yodeling goatherd song from The Sound of Music. We noodled together a goofy poem about yodeling goats. We didn't finish it, and I stuck it into a file and forgot it.
Then
recently I was putting together a little display at the Heard Museum
book store for a classic kid's book titled, The Goat in the
Rug. I thought of our poem and
dug it up. It only needed a couple of lines to be complete. So here
it is, the yodeling goat song, written by two miscreants on a slow
night at Borders:
The Yodeling Goat Song
This
is the song of the yodeling goats
They
never eat books but they eat lots of oats
They
live in a castle surrounded by moats
Those
dawdling, oat-eating, yodeling goats.
Sing
yodely-ohdely-dohdely-doo
If
you think they’re funny, then I think so too
Sing
Yodely-ohdely-dohdely-day
They
moved in last week and it looks like they’ll stay
The
yodeling goats, the yodeling goats
They
like to eat fish, so they have shiny coats
They
read magazines and sport colorful totes
Those
oft-toting, fish-eating, yodeling goats
Sing
yodely-ohdely-dohdely-dorm
Don't
buy them a jacket, 'cause they're always warm
Sing
yodely-ohdely-dohdely-day
They
ring all the doorbells and then run away
The
yodeling goats, the yodeling goats
They
don’t give a fig for the DOs and the DON’Ts
They don't cross their Ts and they don't mark their quotes
Those
fig-tossing, mis-quoting yodeling goats
Sing
yodely-ohdely-dohdely, please
Let's
run in the meadows and climb all the trees!
Sing
yodely-ohdely-dohdely-dug
There's
a goat in the pen and a goat in the rug
The
yodeling goats, they have golden throats
And
sing acapella, they know all the notes
They
tap dance all summer, then drink root beer floats
Those
tippy-tap, rooty-beer, golden throat goats
Sing
yodley-ohdely-dohdely-dend
This
yodeling goat song, will it never end?
Sing
yodely-ohdely-dohdely-dain
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Big Business Is Doo-Doo (And Not In a Good, Fertilize-the-Crops Kinda Way)
I've
heard it since the 1960s, and some of you may have heard it since the
1930s: Big Business is no friend to the worker. This is a Commie
attitude, but it's also true – it can't be denied. The goal of any
big business is to hire as few people as possible to do as much work
as possible for as little money as possible. If the Big Business
model is to be realized in its purest form, there should also be no
benefits to go along with any job, other than the privilege of having
it in the first place: no sick days, no insurance, no overtime, no
paid holidays or vacation (in fact, no time off at all), no breaks,
no limits to the hours worked daily, and no compensation for injuries
received on the job. After all, if you work hard enough for your
pittance, the quality of your character and your own native
intelligence should shine forth and cause you to advance in the ranks
until you become prosperous, right? After all nepotism, cronyism,
and pure greed never factor into the equation at all.
But
that's old news. All of that has been said before, and much better,
by others. I've got my own argument for why Big Business is doo-doo.
It comes from an experience I had at Borders, the big book chain
that bit the bullet back in 2011. Prior to the sinking of that ship,
we were engaged in rearranging the deck chairs, and at that point the
doo-doo had become so thick, we were slipping and falling into it.
Things
had become particularly nasty in 2008-2009. A new CEO had been
hired, and though he resembled Mister Rodgers, he was actually the
malignant doppleganger of that guy. He decided that we had to become
relevant to our venders (the publishers who provided us with our
product) by turning selected titles into bestsellers. (Personally, I
think we would have become more relevant to them by paying them what
we owed them, but that's just me.) The best way to do that,
according to him, was to recommend these titles to absolutely
everyone who came through the front door, regardless of what they
were looking for.
So
we all had to sit through training films on the computers in the back
office to prove we could sell these select titles to people. In the
films, a Borders employee would pose as a customer and ask the
other Borders employee (posing as herself) for a book. Invariably, the
sort of book they wanted was exactly the sort of thing we were
promoting that month. We all electronically signed our initials at
the end of these programs to indicate that were were enlightened as
to the technique of selling books people didn't want and hadn't asked
for.
One
month, our selected title was in the Zombie Classics series. I don't
recall the exact title, but for the sake of argument let's call it
Jane Zombie. So, here I am
at the information desk, answering phones and desperately trying to
think up ways to insert the subject of zombies into the conversation
without sounding like a nut case. A guy walks up and asks, “Do you
carry the Chilton manuals for car repair?”
In
the old days, I would have said Yes
and walked him back to the car repair section, then helped him find
the title he needed. Under the new regime I was obliged to say, “Yes
sir, it's called Jane Zombie.
It's the story of an undead governess who eats brains and repairs
cars.”
Okay,
I didn't actually say that, but I was sorely tempted.
That
CEO eventually utilized his golden parachute and quit the company,
moving on to another field where his techniques at mental torture
might actually advance national security (or so I imagine). His
methods for saving Borders from destruction did not work
(because, as I mentioned earlier, they did not include the method of paying our bills). Borders went down, and a good many
people drowned or died of hypothermia. Another Big Business success
story (at least for the executives who managed to squeeze fat
“retention bonuses” out of the dying carcass).
I'm
not trying to say none of that crap goes on at the small/medium
business level. There are plenty of self-made men and women out
there who will bite your head off if you ask for any time off, who
can't afford to offer insurance, or who may fire you because you're
good-looking and that may threaten their marriage (or hire you for
the same reason).
But
the funny thing about good workers is that they really are hard to
come by. Smaller businesses tend to have bosses who interact with
the workers and who are involved in daily operations on the ground
level. They notice who is competent, and reliable, and honest. Big
businesses are managed from an extreme distance, they don't know or
care who works for them unless the margin moves perceptibly, which it
may do for any number of reasons. If there are hundreds of small
businesses operating in a given town, you have choices where to work.
If there's only one, and it's Walmart – god help you.
Here,
let me recommend a book that may help you with your plight. It's
about a zombie governess who eats brains and earns extra income
through stock investments.
Once again, I have plundered Ernest Hogan's stock of wacky illustrations, which somehow always seem to fit the tone of these posts. I have probably used some of them before, but that's just a bunch of tough noogies.
Once again, I have plundered Ernest Hogan's stock of wacky illustrations, which somehow always seem to fit the tone of these posts. I have probably used some of them before, but that's just a bunch of tough noogies.
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