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		<title>By: timothyp</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-547</link>
		<dc:creator>timothyp</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 03:41:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ve been working on that screenplay for a couple of months and it gets to where I don&#039;t want to write anywhere else... but when I saw what you wrote and it was actually entertaining to me. You busted me up, pal.
I actually didn&#039;t have anything to say because I have shopped there in the past and they aren&#039;t very helpful. I almost was sold a pair of track shoes. Could you imagine me running on a track with these inch long spikes underneath me? If I hadn&#039;t checked what was actually in the box before he bagged them up, I&#039;d have had to go back there to return them which I imagine would be like being circumsized with a spork.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been working on that screenplay for a couple of months and it gets to where I don&#8217;t want to write anywhere else&#8230; but when I saw what you wrote and it was actually entertaining to me. You busted me up, pal.<br />
I actually didn&#8217;t have anything to say because I have shopped there in the past and they aren&#8217;t very helpful. I almost was sold a pair of track shoes. Could you imagine me running on a track with these inch long spikes underneath me? If I hadn&#8217;t checked what was actually in the box before he bagged them up, I&#8217;d have had to go back there to return them which I imagine would be like being circumsized with a spork.</p>
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		<title>By: Tom Neal</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-546</link>
		<dc:creator>Tom Neal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 20:36:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hah .. he called you &quot;this old guy&quot; ... hah! That was a good one. Wow. By comparison, I might be called &quot;this walking mummy dude.&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hah .. he called you &#8220;this old guy&#8221; &#8230; hah! That was a good one. Wow. By comparison, I might be called &#8220;this walking mummy dude.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Dino Corvino</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dino Corvino</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 20:19:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your right.

I am not blaming Little Jimmy, in fact he had little to do with my shoes not being picked.

But that store does not do a good job.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your right.</p>
<p>I am not blaming Little Jimmy, in fact he had little to do with my shoes not being picked.</p>
<p>But that store does not do a good job.</p>
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		<title>By: timothyp</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-544</link>
		<dc:creator>timothyp</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 20:11:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Always two sides of a story, 

Possibly....

This guy comes into the store, and stands there text messaging on his cellphone so I figure he is busy with something and I give him a minute to finish his  electronic conversation, because I&#039;m sure he WANTS SOMETHING instead of just coming in from the cold.  You know, shoes. I guess you could ask, why didn&#039;t he just order them online or through the phone bank. Well, shipping is like 12 bucks, and HE MIGHT LIVE HERE! So why not just pop over, and pick them up? It’s a store, right? When we say we will have something for you, we usually have it... not always, but usually.

Well, I finally saw him get off his Blackberry so I (Little Jimmy of the Need To Find A Job That Suits Me Better Next Time Although They Treat Me Well Here Tribe)  approached. Asked if he wanted anything. He  said yes, I ordered some shoes, and would you please see if they are here.

Can I get your name?

So he told me his name. He even spelled his last name. It’s really not an unusual name, so I expected no confusion... I had no inkling that he would expect any either.

I walked away on my sore feet from doing this everyday for the last 9 days. We are shortstaffed because of the stomach flu going around this time of year.. Only to return a few moments later wanting to know how to spell his last name.... just couldn&#039;t make it out when I wrote it down so quickly ... my bad, no excuse for this but sometimes things just happen. I&#039;ll just hurry up and get this guy what he needs.

He spells his name again for me (Little Jimmy of the I&#039;m Nineteen With My First Job, What Do You Expect Me To Be A Perfectionist Right Off The Bat Tribe) for which I am positive I thanked him for .

I hobble back to the back store room that smells like crap from all the nasty shoes that got returned sit until somebody from the next parking lot comes to pick them up. Sort of like a Foot Locker room?

I&#039;m only gone for a few moments, and see him look at wind breakers and jackets he may want to buy, and the new hot blonde chick is in the back up on a ladder....uh what was I looking for?..... oh yeah, this dude&#039;s shoes. Damn, what the hell did I do with that piece of paper with his name....Corvello, Camaro, Corvallis... He&#039;s gonna be pissed but now I have to ask for it again....damn, look at that butt.... what do you all want, I&#039;M A FREAKING NINETEEN YEAR OLD HORMONE FACTORY!

A full 4 minutes later (I saw him check his watch) I, Little Jimmy of the Just Want To Get The Hell Out Of Here and Go Snowboarding Tribe approached him again and politely as I cound asked him …I am sorry, what was the name again?

Now I, Little Jimmy of the About to Get Yelled At by A Pissed Off Customer Tribe probably got a look of real terror on my hope this zit goes away before the weekend face. He handed me a business card, which has his name WRITTEN ON IT IN ENGLISH. Big Block letters. His name. PROPERLY SPELLED and everything. Cool, I should get some of these done up for our band.

So off I, Little Jimmy of the I Can’t Believe This Old Guy’s Balls Tribe rumbled.

Within 30 seconds, I went and checked the shelf where these shoes should have been if they had been properly picked by the set up guy... nothing under C for those shoes.... DAMN! I returned and said to him, “Sorry we dont have them, I looked and they aren&#039;t there.”

And then he goes off like an old lady to a bingo night and says, “Can you check the computer for me?”

I, Little Jimmy of the This Is Really Beginning To Suck Tribe rolled my eyes and said sure. We approach the counter, when my manager that won&#039;t let me have off next weekend even though I have to work these 12 straight days.... stands there and asks, “Can I help you?” to which Mr. Corvino responds, “I ordered some shoes to be PICKED a few days ago, and I want to see if they are still in stock.”

I hopped on the old terminal, and tracks down that there are several hundred of this popular item in stock. So, he inquires faceiously,  “Then why weren’t they picked when I ordered them?”

I, Little Jimmy of the Why Can&#039;t This Just Be Over Tribe responded with a shrug of my clearly overworked shoulders and told him “I don’t know.” What I Really Wanted to say was... Why didn&#039;t that lazy ass that was supposed to pick those shoes not do his job and now I have to take this guy&#039;s crap for it...which of course would have gotten me fired and I need the money for Christmas...

etc...

I was in the customer service field for seven long years, and I&#039;m sure that I didn&#039;t help everyone on an equal basis, that&#039;s just part of life. You do the best you can and if the guest is displeased with your service, you wait on the next person and make sure you do your best for that one. Once a mistake is made, the consumer has every right to complain, but it isn&#039;t always the person to which your scorn is given that should be the one recieving it. Then again, maybe it is.....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Always two sides of a story, </p>
<p>Possibly&#8230;.</p>
<p>This guy comes into the store, and stands there text messaging on his cellphone so I figure he is busy with something and I give him a minute to finish his  electronic conversation, because I&#8217;m sure he WANTS SOMETHING instead of just coming in from the cold.  You know, shoes. I guess you could ask, why didn&#8217;t he just order them online or through the phone bank. Well, shipping is like 12 bucks, and HE MIGHT LIVE HERE! So why not just pop over, and pick them up? It’s a store, right? When we say we will have something for you, we usually have it&#8230; not always, but usually.</p>
<p>Well, I finally saw him get off his Blackberry so I (Little Jimmy of the Need To Find A Job That Suits Me Better Next Time Although They Treat Me Well Here Tribe)  approached. Asked if he wanted anything. He  said yes, I ordered some shoes, and would you please see if they are here.</p>
<p>Can I get your name?</p>
<p>So he told me his name. He even spelled his last name. It’s really not an unusual name, so I expected no confusion&#8230; I had no inkling that he would expect any either.</p>
<p>I walked away on my sore feet from doing this everyday for the last 9 days. We are shortstaffed because of the stomach flu going around this time of year.. Only to return a few moments later wanting to know how to spell his last name&#8230;. just couldn&#8217;t make it out when I wrote it down so quickly &#8230; my bad, no excuse for this but sometimes things just happen. I&#8217;ll just hurry up and get this guy what he needs.</p>
<p>He spells his name again for me (Little Jimmy of the I&#8217;m Nineteen With My First Job, What Do You Expect Me To Be A Perfectionist Right Off The Bat Tribe) for which I am positive I thanked him for .</p>
<p>I hobble back to the back store room that smells like crap from all the nasty shoes that got returned sit until somebody from the next parking lot comes to pick them up. Sort of like a Foot Locker room?</p>
<p>I&#8217;m only gone for a few moments, and see him look at wind breakers and jackets he may want to buy, and the new hot blonde chick is in the back up on a ladder&#8230;.uh what was I looking for?&#8230;.. oh yeah, this dude&#8217;s shoes. Damn, what the hell did I do with that piece of paper with his name&#8230;.Corvello, Camaro, Corvallis&#8230; He&#8217;s gonna be pissed but now I have to ask for it again&#8230;.damn, look at that butt&#8230;. what do you all want, I&#8217;M A FREAKING NINETEEN YEAR OLD HORMONE FACTORY!</p>
<p>A full 4 minutes later (I saw him check his watch) I, Little Jimmy of the Just Want To Get The Hell Out Of Here and Go Snowboarding Tribe approached him again and politely as I cound asked him …I am sorry, what was the name again?</p>
<p>Now I, Little Jimmy of the About to Get Yelled At by A Pissed Off Customer Tribe probably got a look of real terror on my hope this zit goes away before the weekend face. He handed me a business card, which has his name WRITTEN ON IT IN ENGLISH. Big Block letters. His name. PROPERLY SPELLED and everything. Cool, I should get some of these done up for our band.</p>
<p>So off I, Little Jimmy of the I Can’t Believe This Old Guy’s Balls Tribe rumbled.</p>
<p>Within 30 seconds, I went and checked the shelf where these shoes should have been if they had been properly picked by the set up guy&#8230; nothing under C for those shoes&#8230;. DAMN! I returned and said to him, “Sorry we dont have them, I looked and they aren&#8217;t there.”</p>
<p>And then he goes off like an old lady to a bingo night and says, “Can you check the computer for me?”</p>
<p>I, Little Jimmy of the This Is Really Beginning To Suck Tribe rolled my eyes and said sure. We approach the counter, when my manager that won&#8217;t let me have off next weekend even though I have to work these 12 straight days&#8230;. stands there and asks, “Can I help you?” to which Mr. Corvino responds, “I ordered some shoes to be PICKED a few days ago, and I want to see if they are still in stock.”</p>
<p>I hopped on the old terminal, and tracks down that there are several hundred of this popular item in stock. So, he inquires faceiously,  “Then why weren’t they picked when I ordered them?”</p>
<p>I, Little Jimmy of the Why Can&#8217;t This Just Be Over Tribe responded with a shrug of my clearly overworked shoulders and told him “I don’t know.” What I Really Wanted to say was&#8230; Why didn&#8217;t that lazy ass that was supposed to pick those shoes not do his job and now I have to take this guy&#8217;s crap for it&#8230;which of course would have gotten me fired and I need the money for Christmas&#8230;</p>
<p>etc&#8230;</p>
<p>I was in the customer service field for seven long years, and I&#8217;m sure that I didn&#8217;t help everyone on an equal basis, that&#8217;s just part of life. You do the best you can and if the guest is displeased with your service, you wait on the next person and make sure you do your best for that one. Once a mistake is made, the consumer has every right to complain, but it isn&#8217;t always the person to which your scorn is given that should be the one recieving it. Then again, maybe it is&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>By: Dino Corvino</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-543</link>
		<dc:creator>Dino Corvino</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 19:17:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I too, have had a wonderful serivce experience at many local shops.  But it appears that the failing of retail across the board is gigantic.  Eastbay is a giant retailer, allegedly a HUGE PART OF OUR COMMUNITY, and they treat the community with a sort of disdain.

I remember buying my first pair of Nike shoes, at the Eastbay store that was the store before they moved to the 400 block.  It was amazing.  Art and Rick talked to me, a 7th grader, for ever about track and pole vaulting, and all the rest.  It was intoxicating.  I am still a shoe freak because of it.

But, it just is a symptom...where are the tradesmen, the experts, the anything.  I remember visiting the shoe maker in my dads old neighborhood, and HE MADE SHOES from scratch.

My grandpa was a blacksmith.

WHO MAKES ANYTHING?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I too, have had a wonderful serivce experience at many local shops.  But it appears that the failing of retail across the board is gigantic.  Eastbay is a giant retailer, allegedly a HUGE PART OF OUR COMMUNITY, and they treat the community with a sort of disdain.</p>
<p>I remember buying my first pair of Nike shoes, at the Eastbay store that was the store before they moved to the 400 block.  It was amazing.  Art and Rick talked to me, a 7th grader, for ever about track and pole vaulting, and all the rest.  It was intoxicating.  I am still a shoe freak because of it.</p>
<p>But, it just is a symptom&#8230;where are the tradesmen, the experts, the anything.  I remember visiting the shoe maker in my dads old neighborhood, and HE MADE SHOES from scratch.</p>
<p>My grandpa was a blacksmith.</p>
<p>WHO MAKES ANYTHING?</p>
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		<title>By: Tom Neal</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-542</link>
		<dc:creator>Tom Neal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 14:33:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you&#039;re the world&#039;s biggest anything, you&#039;re apt to be found lacking where the rubber meets the road. Carrying a cohesive service culture through layer upon layer of corporate management is a feat only the savviest outfits can accomplish. Have you ever been ill-served by a clueless clerk at Starbuck&#039;s? Of course. You may also have had exceptional service at the same place from another person. It&#039;s a crapshoot. Just think of the dweebs that can &quot;rise&quot; to the position of store manager anywhere (or the dreaded assistant store manager). How did they get there? Maybe by being a good little peon with a solid attendance record. Do they really manage their staff and the store&#039;s service model? Face it, we customers are annoying to many of those who feel trapped in their service jobs. I try to never, NEVER think about the people preparing my fast-food happy meals and what axe they might be grinding back there. On the other hand, it&#039;s not infrequent that I enjoy a wonderful service experience with someone who likes people and likes helping them.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When you&#8217;re the world&#8217;s biggest anything, you&#8217;re apt to be found lacking where the rubber meets the road. Carrying a cohesive service culture through layer upon layer of corporate management is a feat only the savviest outfits can accomplish. Have you ever been ill-served by a clueless clerk at Starbuck&#8217;s? Of course. You may also have had exceptional service at the same place from another person. It&#8217;s a crapshoot. Just think of the dweebs that can &#8220;rise&#8221; to the position of store manager anywhere (or the dreaded assistant store manager). How did they get there? Maybe by being a good little peon with a solid attendance record. Do they really manage their staff and the store&#8217;s service model? Face it, we customers are annoying to many of those who feel trapped in their service jobs. I try to never, NEVER think about the people preparing my fast-food happy meals and what axe they might be grinding back there. On the other hand, it&#8217;s not infrequent that I enjoy a wonderful service experience with someone who likes people and likes helping them.</p>
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		<title>By: Dino Corvino</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-541</link>
		<dc:creator>Dino Corvino</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 21:12:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Seriously, Eastbay is like the worlds largest retailer of sneakers I heard, and they cannot get the store right.  How is that?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Seriously, Eastbay is like the worlds largest retailer of sneakers I heard, and they cannot get the store right.  How is that?</p>
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		<title>By: Is Retail an Impossibility??! &#183; Bingo News</title>
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		<dc:creator>Is Retail an Impossibility??! &#183; Bingo News</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 19:43:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Dino Corvino</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-539</link>
		<dc:creator>Dino Corvino</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 19:10:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I hope to hear good stories as well.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope to hear good stories as well.</p>
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		<title>By: Tom Neal</title>
		<link>http://citizenwausau.com/blog/2007/12/26/is-retail-an-impossibility/comment-page-1/#comment-538</link>
		<dc:creator>Tom Neal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 19:08:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, this could open the flood gates of consumer frustration, letting loose a tsunami of righteous indignation. There&#039;s no shortage. Like the lady at the Home Depot paint department counter who couldn&#039;t understand that I actually wanted a SPECIFIC FREAKING SHADE of a color, not just something only remotely like it! Then there&#039;s the checkout staff of the other hardware plaza, Menard&#039;s, who seem to have all gone through the same training program that stresses the art of expressing your disinterest and apparent disgust with anyone going through your line. But, at least I can unload on these clones and achieve some sort of immediate satisfaction. In Web commerce, I&#039;ve been summarily ignored for days and days as I&#039;ve fired off e-mails requesting delivery confirmation or whatever. Some nameless, faceless drone in New Jersey or New Delhi looks at my e-mails, thinks, &quot;what a pain!&quot; and hits delete. Meantime, they have my money via Mastercard. In our post-industrial, now service-oriented economy, service is an increasingly rare commodity. But, you can find it, and often at homegrown businesses. Evolutions in Design ... always nice, always professional. Will&#039;s Heating &amp; Cooling ... responsive, accessible, responsible. Alistair Deacon&#039;s ... welcoming, personable. Back When Cafe ... consistent quality and friendliness. Bottom line: if you have a business, you have a brand, and that brand has a promise attached to it. Either you&#039;re committed to delivering on that promise or you&#039;re not.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, this could open the flood gates of consumer frustration, letting loose a tsunami of righteous indignation. There&#8217;s no shortage. Like the lady at the Home Depot paint department counter who couldn&#8217;t understand that I actually wanted a SPECIFIC FREAKING SHADE of a color, not just something only remotely like it! Then there&#8217;s the checkout staff of the other hardware plaza, Menard&#8217;s, who seem to have all gone through the same training program that stresses the art of expressing your disinterest and apparent disgust with anyone going through your line. But, at least I can unload on these clones and achieve some sort of immediate satisfaction. In Web commerce, I&#8217;ve been summarily ignored for days and days as I&#8217;ve fired off e-mails requesting delivery confirmation or whatever. Some nameless, faceless drone in New Jersey or New Delhi looks at my e-mails, thinks, &#8220;what a pain!&#8221; and hits delete. Meantime, they have my money via Mastercard. In our post-industrial, now service-oriented economy, service is an increasingly rare commodity. But, you can find it, and often at homegrown businesses. Evolutions in Design &#8230; always nice, always professional. Will&#8217;s Heating &amp; Cooling &#8230; responsive, accessible, responsible. Alistair Deacon&#8217;s &#8230; welcoming, personable. Back When Cafe &#8230; consistent quality and friendliness. Bottom line: if you have a business, you have a brand, and that brand has a promise attached to it. Either you&#8217;re committed to delivering on that promise or you&#8217;re not.</p>
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