there used to be one of these floating around, i always thought it was a good place for discussion and/or venting! where do you work? what do you like/dislike about your job? where do you hope to work in the future?
i've worked at american apparel for the past 9 months. it's an awkward mix of bearable and discouraging. i think it's probably best if i dispell some myths about it though! it is not a hot spot for 'hipsters'. i'm fairly certain most of our shoppers are <18, which is strange considering the attempted demographic shift in the company that started about a year ago ("classier", which goes pretty far in explaining how completely unaware of his own company dov [the ceo] is; people don't want classy clothes with slutty advertising). the second most frequent shopper is the gino. you americans call them guidos, i'm not really sure why we canadians call them ginos, but we do. either way the meatballs need their purple v-necks.
i don't see the company lasting more than another year. i think the debt the media diagnosed us with was exaggerated, monetarily we seem to be kind of alright but the company is just run so poorly. our head office is inundated with high school dropouts who wanted to work for a chic new up-and-comer of a store a few years ago.
an example of the irrecoverable loss wrought by the malfeasance of my superiors: we started doing this awful thing called order fulfillment. what that means is, when you buy something from our online store, instead of it just being sent to you from the warehouse, any store in the country that carries the item is expected to ship it to you, with regards for neither logic nor proximity. many moons ago, two different people bought individual containers of nail polish through our online store. these people were both in toronto. now, the colours they ordered existed in large quantities in all 7 of our toronto stores. however, it was up to us to send them from ottawa. the customers do not pay shipping. the nail polish was big enough to transform a letter into a parcel, meaning it cost 9 dollars per to ship them. that's less than the cost of the polish itself. stuff like this is very common. i mentioned it to a head office envoy who came to our store recently, and she didn't seem overly interested. i'm fairly certain nothing will come of it.
the second and last example, since i didn't intend to be this much of a mopey martha, is the current director of canadian operations. dov runs america, and this man, dan, runs canada. dan is not a very productive man. he's snide, he's hectoring, and he flirts with underage girls. the main problem with him though is that he was an outside hire. one day dov was shopping at aldo, and dan was a salesman who gave him outstanding service. dov's reward for such service? give him control of the canadian side of his company. i mean, i guess in some ways canada is a lot like a shoe, and if you can handle a shoe well, you can--
oh ok ok one more one more. we have bi-weekly conference calls wherein dov talks to every store at once and we all listen to his frenzied, coke-fueled rants about how to improve sales. usually we watch, through the magic of science, things on his computer. a few weeks ago he spent 45 minutes of the hour long conference call doing a video chat with us, showing us his new dogs.
it's not all bad though. when it's busy there's a lot to do, but when it's not you don't really have to do anything. most of my time at work is spent leeching wifi from the apple store next door, or reading. there's enough free time that i find myself having a book for work and a book for home at all times, to double my fun.
i don't intend to work here forever, but i do kind of want to stick around until the ship sinks. i really need to go back to school. i don't know what i want to do yet, but i do like diplomas. they're like ribbons for mons kinda, and everyone knows how much i like ribbons for mons.
i've worked at american apparel for the past 9 months. it's an awkward mix of bearable and discouraging. i think it's probably best if i dispell some myths about it though! it is not a hot spot for 'hipsters'. i'm fairly certain most of our shoppers are <18, which is strange considering the attempted demographic shift in the company that started about a year ago ("classier", which goes pretty far in explaining how completely unaware of his own company dov [the ceo] is; people don't want classy clothes with slutty advertising). the second most frequent shopper is the gino. you americans call them guidos, i'm not really sure why we canadians call them ginos, but we do. either way the meatballs need their purple v-necks.
i don't see the company lasting more than another year. i think the debt the media diagnosed us with was exaggerated, monetarily we seem to be kind of alright but the company is just run so poorly. our head office is inundated with high school dropouts who wanted to work for a chic new up-and-comer of a store a few years ago.
an example of the irrecoverable loss wrought by the malfeasance of my superiors: we started doing this awful thing called order fulfillment. what that means is, when you buy something from our online store, instead of it just being sent to you from the warehouse, any store in the country that carries the item is expected to ship it to you, with regards for neither logic nor proximity. many moons ago, two different people bought individual containers of nail polish through our online store. these people were both in toronto. now, the colours they ordered existed in large quantities in all 7 of our toronto stores. however, it was up to us to send them from ottawa. the customers do not pay shipping. the nail polish was big enough to transform a letter into a parcel, meaning it cost 9 dollars per to ship them. that's less than the cost of the polish itself. stuff like this is very common. i mentioned it to a head office envoy who came to our store recently, and she didn't seem overly interested. i'm fairly certain nothing will come of it.
the second and last example, since i didn't intend to be this much of a mopey martha, is the current director of canadian operations. dov runs america, and this man, dan, runs canada. dan is not a very productive man. he's snide, he's hectoring, and he flirts with underage girls. the main problem with him though is that he was an outside hire. one day dov was shopping at aldo, and dan was a salesman who gave him outstanding service. dov's reward for such service? give him control of the canadian side of his company. i mean, i guess in some ways canada is a lot like a shoe, and if you can handle a shoe well, you can--
oh ok ok one more one more. we have bi-weekly conference calls wherein dov talks to every store at once and we all listen to his frenzied, coke-fueled rants about how to improve sales. usually we watch, through the magic of science, things on his computer. a few weeks ago he spent 45 minutes of the hour long conference call doing a video chat with us, showing us his new dogs.
it's not all bad though. when it's busy there's a lot to do, but when it's not you don't really have to do anything. most of my time at work is spent leeching wifi from the apple store next door, or reading. there's enough free time that i find myself having a book for work and a book for home at all times, to double my fun.
i don't intend to work here forever, but i do kind of want to stick around until the ship sinks. i really need to go back to school. i don't know what i want to do yet, but i do like diplomas. they're like ribbons for mons kinda, and everyone knows how much i like ribbons for mons.