So I totally almost sold a guy a PS3 and a game tonight at work. And the guy had a fake credit card.
I have never felt luckier to have both my supervisor AND store manager in the area at the time. Totally fake credit card, too, one we all started really looking over it . . . man, I really fucked up today.
So the guy got away with the receipt (but not the goods), so in theory if he were to get a hold of a PS3 he could feasibly try to use that receipt to return it or something. In any case, I think my supervisor sent a notice out to the other stores about the guy.
Oh, manager also confiscated his fake card, which was awesome.
It's one of those "hindsight is 20/20" deals. I was just so eager to sell an old 80 gigabyte PS3 (we've been stuck with a bunch even after the slims came out) that I overlooked why a guy would be so eager to buy the old PS3 system. And overlook that there's a no tax day the very next day.
And use a passport as his ID.
And have a super flimsy "must've been glued together paper or something" card.
And the hologram on the back was totally peeling off.
And the card image itself was blurry and faded.
And the signature strip was a striped yellow instead of white.
. . . so yeah. I felt really stupid after that.
LUCKILY, my supervisor noticed that the numbers on the credit card did not match up with the numbers on the receipt/screen and snatched the card back right away. After a whole "oh wow, that's weird, I should get that checked out..." routine, the guy bolted.
Needless to say, the whole ordeal made me feel all out of it afterwards because I had dropped the ball spectacularly. It all ended well enough (and we "returned" the money to whatever card information the guy had been using), but yeah. I felt dumb and mostly felt that way rest of the day (though I joked about it and stuff too).
Whatever. I'll feel better in the morning. Really, I already mostly do after Glee ended.
So yeah. To summarize: retail is scary sometimes.
I finally cracked out my adult-life-long collection of shot glasses. I started in high school, felt that was the ideal little sort of thing to collect as a means to show off where I've been . . .
. . . and then that collection got overtaken by glasses from all the places my parents have now been . . . one day when I have more shelf space again, I'll probably re-sort them by that account . . .
. . . . . in any case, after seeing this, you'll probably understand why I never unboxed them the first time I moved:
I'm so going to break something before the year is out . . .
. . . other than that, I've been away from the internet because I have Assassin's Creed 2 which is blowing my mind with amazement. Also, I may or may not have uncovered the truth behind Adam and Eve and the Apple . . .
. . . hot damn . . .
Glee just started, and it's already super hilarious. One, Schue' and Rachel sing "Endless Love" to each other, and he's super awkward about it while she's totally loving it. Bwahaha . . .
. . . and then . . . . .
. . . Quinn's dad is played by the town Mayor from Slither!!! HELL YES!!!
Anyway, Assassin's Creed 2 in 50 minutes . . . once Glee is over . . . this shall be fun . . .
We should keep track of how often I use that as a title . . .
So yes, Barockman Obama is stirring up the children nicely. Fun. Moving on . . .
Star Trek and Assassin's Creed 2 come out today. This shall cost me money.
Eff.
"Sweet home Vancouver,
Where the skies are so gray,
Sweet home Vancouver,
Lord we're comin' home today..."
(NWSS Senior Band Trip, 2001)
I've always known Vancouver to be a very rainy place. Since moving into this new apartment, this truth has never seemed more true. Even though almost every day I look out is fairly clear out or even straight-up sunny and nice, every single night seems to involve rain hitting the windows and clouds thundering just enough for me to always notice. Seriously, it's practically every night.
It's not just the weather, though. I find I can hear just about everything that happens outside. Every car driving through the alley (though granted when it's the middle of the night, you notice that a lot more), every police siren somewhere out there in the area (quite a lot of those, turns out) . . . almost makes me wonder how easily people outside or around me can hear me in kind.
Really, though, I don't feel quite as bad - so long there is a precedence of kids running up and down their flats or whatever, then I won't feel bad for playing my games, watching my shows, or whatever.
Then again, I'm the one doing this well past midnight, so . . . hmm . . .
Hadn't blogged normally in a bit of a while. Figured I'd kick off by talking about the weather.
Beyond that . . . Glee came back after its break, Randy Couture won a fight by decision, I picked up Modern Warfare 2 on a bit of a whim even though I have no business spending extra money on games and stuff right now . . . though on the plus side, I got Alexa playing Uncharted 2 and after she MARATHONED it about . . . ohhh, eight hours straight or so this weekend? Well, she's a bit of a fan now too - it's "a very cute game" in her words. So yay. Good times.
Aaaaaaand, yesterday I went to a Vancouver Comic-Con with my comic-inclined friend (also known as the one who cosplays Madelyne Pryor religiously). Just a little one-room, one day deal, but there was enough for me to drop $70 anyway. Just picked up a few things that looked like they'd be a good read like some Wolverine trades where he's dragging Kitty Pryde around, picked up "The Killing Joke" which I had always wanted to read, and some other Batman trade involving the return of Ra's Al Ghul and Batman wearing chainmail and a sword. Should be fun.
Beyond that . . . I unpacked my figurines and figures and stuff. They now reside on the top shelf to my immediate left. Also, I need to superglue a knight's shield hand back onto his wrist . . . and did you ever notice superglue will always be dried out when you need it? Goddamn superglue . . .
. . . also, I should call my mother later today, ask her how she's doing. She got a flu (not sure if it's THE flu yet), so we're all a little worried, especially on account that my stepdad is somewhat useless in all things domestic.
Other than that . . . . . . . my floors are super creaky, so I feel self-conscious when it's late at night. Soundproof, this place is not.
EDIT:
I just had a thought . . .
. . . alright, so Halloween was just a couple weeks away, and a bunch of people probably went out and bought fireworks and stuff. Alright, cool, fine, whatever. So whenever I hear loud pops and stuff, I figure, "oh, some dummy setting off fireworks . . ."
. . . alright, so just now they went "POP-POP-POP-POP!" Then it went quiet for a bit. Then again it went "POP-POP-POP-POP!"
And then there were sirens a few minutes later. Sounded like all three kinds: police, fire, and ambulance.
Suddenly a slightly freaky thought occurs to me . . .
. . . I live a lot deeper into the actual city of Vancouver. Maybe those aren't fireworks after all . . . . . eep.
