Archive: shopping

The other day I came across another interesting website from Spatial Literacy (you know them, they did that Surname Profiler). With this new website you type in your postcode and it tells you where you fit into ‘e-Society‘ (via Ben Metcalfe).

Apparently people in my postcode fall into categories “D : E for entertainment and shopping” and “D12 : Small time net shoppers”.

Group D : E for entertainment and shopping

This Group includes a number of moderately well paid blue collar workers for whom the Internet and personal computing provide important leisure activities. This Group tends to use the Internet not for obtaining information about products or for learning, but rather to provide access to music, games and general entertainment. People in this Group are smart enough to learn new methods of accessing what they want but they are not necessarily interested in technology for its own sake. Besides providing a form of personal relaxation they also see the computer as a resource for family entertainment…

Type D12 : Small time net shoppers

This Type comprises many younger and middle aged men who particularly rely upon the Internet to buy music, books and videos. They are also active Internet purchasers of computer games and of fashion wear. This Type is happy to undertake a wide variety of transactions on the Internet but tends not to be professionally involved in the development of information technology when at work.

It’s all true. There are no decent music shops around here, you see. So I buy a lot of CDs from the internet.

Internet shopping has its dangers though. On the plus side there are no bored / suspicious shopkeepers who pry on your every move. But you never physically see what you’re buying. This makes accidentally ordering an LP instead of a CD is a clumsy click away.

I thought I had got past that stage. I almost always double- and triple-check which format I’m buying. I was looking forward to receiving the goods that I had ordered from Boomkat’s fine summer campaign. But today I woke up to find a 12″×12″ parcel. Doh! I must have been rushing too much when I ordered it.

It’s not that I dislike vinyl. I don’t hesitate to buy a record if it has come out on vinyl only. I do own a turntable, but it’s hardly audiophile stuff. It plays everything too fast. You wouldn’t know unless you had already heard the track. It doesn’t feel faster, but the pitch is noticeably higher. Which is a bit of a pain.

I discovered that I can change the speed of my MP3s in Audacity, but it’s takes bloody ages. Plus I have got used to simply owning my whole music collection on CD with the exception of vinyl-only releases. All of my vinyl tends to be of obscure Team Doyobi 7 inches and Analords and whatnot. Hanne Hukkelberg will stick out like a sore thumb!

Plus, as I say, my record player is crap — I tend to avoid it if I possibly can because listening to it is like looking at a blurry photograph.

So now I have a dilemma on my hands. I could just send the album back and ask to exchange it for the CD, but that’s a pain for several reasons. Firstly, for whatever reason, the CD is actually £1 more expensive than the LP. Then there is the cost of postage (if I understand the explanation on their website, the Royal Mail would make 385 pretty pennies?!?). Add on top of that the plain old hassle of sending it back, and I’m really not sure I can be bothered.

But there it is. A mint, unopened record that I don’t really want. I could sell it on eBay and buy the CD separately. But music is so pretty.

Hello, my name is... Engin? Despite having been working at Woolworths for almost a month now, I still haven’t been given my own name. Unlike some shops where nametags are essentially made out of a bit of paper put inside a plastic case, Woolworths seem to have to specially engrave one in a top-secret time-consuming procedure.

So while we wait for my proper nametag to arrive, I have been told to use another male nametag from the drawer. Of course, I was to be given a male nametag because I am obviously not female. But the fact that I am obviously not Asian didn’t seem to put them off when they decided to make me Engin.

I had never heard the name before I worked at Woolworths, but inside Woolies it is a name I’ve heard a lot. Infact, on my first day on the tills (before I even had Engin as a name badge), I was asked, “Does Engin still work here?” At first I thought it sounded like it might be a Welsh name, but apparently the real Engin is Asian.

At first I found the whole thing quite funny, kind of poking fun at the whole need for sales assistants to wear name badges. But I have had to endure three or four weeks of the same old cracks. For instance: “Engin’s looking awfy peely-wally today.” Amusing the first time, boring the fifth time.

Of course, I also get loads of customers asking me how I say my name. I have to explain the whole situation, that my name is actually Duncan, I’m new here, I still haven’t got my nametag yet, this is somebody else’s nametag, but it’s pronounced /’É›n.ɡɪn/.

This explanation doesn’t please everyone. Yesterday I had a group of boys who looked like they might be troublemakers but turned out just to be playfully cheeky. “What’s your name?” Once I had given my explanation the boy replied, “Your name’s engine, isn’t it?” About an hour later they came back, shouting, “Alright, engine?” on their way past me.

I should just say that my name is pronounced like ‘Duncan’, but I just use a really avant-garde spelling.

There is one plus point to it all though. If I get the mystery shopper and I mess it up by failing to ask him twenty questions about what he hasn’t bought, Engin gets the blame.

Update: A clue to the origin of the name? meeshy meesh left a comment on Flickr:

Means “vast” in Turkish.

I went into an MVC for the first time in months today. It used to be the only decent shop in Kirkcaldy. Now it’s been replaced by HMV — a slight improvement.

Today I went into the Perth store, and it really is a depressing scene. There is a clearance sale on, and everything is covered in distinctive yellow clearance price stickers. What few shelves were there were half empty, and the place had the atmosphere of a funeral. Blu-tacked to the window was a hand-written sign: “We can now accept MVC vouchers (sorry for the inconvenience)”.

Despite the fact that everything was in a sale, I didn’t come close to buying a single thing. Here’s a tip for MVC: if you’re going to discount everything by 10%, it would help if your prices weren’t 20% higher than everybody else’s in the first place.

Brits shop online while drunk and naked. Heh! (Via.)

Not content with banning hoodies from the premises, Bluewater Shopping Centre yesterday banned newspaper interviews aswell.

There, in the middle of Bluewater in Kent yesterday morning, was unemployed Daniel Luchford, 18, and his friend Lee, 17, who did not want to give his surname, shaking hands with a middle-class couple from Sidcup.

The Observer decided to bring together the two sides of the great ‘hoodie’ debate to see the arguments played out for real.

Cheryl Osborne, 55, and her husband, Eric, 65, are regulars at the shopping centre and they believe the hoodie ban put in place there is long overdue.

A security guard wearing a black bomber jacket interrupts to tell us that we are not allowed to conduct an interview on Bluewater property. Suddenly, a common bond is formed between the couples – Daniel and Lee roll their eyes but do not seem surprised. Eric, however, cannot contain himself: ‘I find this interruption more offensive than any amount of kids wearing hooded tops.

‘You can put this in the paper – this is a nice young gentleman [he gestures towards Daniel], but this [now looking at the guard] is outrageous. I’m allowed to say what I like to these people. This is my free speech. And you are very rude.’

Eric and Cheryl leave, but not without shaking Daniel’s hand again. They ignore the guard, who by now is on his walkie-talkie, summoning back-up.

Another point made in the article is that shops in Bluewater sell hoodies and baseball caps. So hoodies are alright so long as it brings in the $$$.

Via Martin Stabe:

Lesson for Tony Blair & Co.: Middle England is fearful of hoodie-wearers, but more fearful still of overbearing authority.