I work here roast me/us

i work here roast me/us

Is it near a café? Also why do you sell toys?

yeah we got one

idk about they toys probably catering to the same demographic that comes for the fantasy/sci fi/graphic novels (which are right next to each other for a reason)
like everything, it could also be corporate sucks

>online prices are somewhat competitive
>in-store prices are msrp
>store won't match their own online prices
>you can't order online and pick up in store

Literally only good for browsing

I bought that cloth bound copy of paradise lost from you and the price tag pulled off some of the cover design with it

i understand that that is frustrating and hurting sales but it's also one of the only times i can watch customers get pissed and not have to help
sorry senpai if u have the receipt and it hasnt been long we can probably get you a better copy

I used to work there as well and the toys always seemed like a waste. Do they still have everyone push the membership cards like crazy? That's what turned me off so much about working there.

Technically the online store is through a different service, it's just branded through B&N. Kinda like how the cafe is Starbucks brand but not actually a Starbucks. In my opinion it's a pretty terrible idea.

How is B&N still in business. I don't understand how their income can possibly justify their floorspace.

yeah we still push the membership cards. it's fucking irritating and people treat you like shit over it even though you dont have a choice

Went to a barnes and noble the other day, looking for V.
I saw it on the wall, an enlarged image of the cover, a giant testament to the magnificence and popularity of the text.
Upon reaching the P section, I was greeted with Inherent Vice, and two obviously used copies of Against The Day.

No V.
I proposed a query to the bookslave, but her vacant stare informed me that there was no hope to be had for my acquisition of such a tome.
I pointed her directly to the poster above her head, trying to communicate pictorially. She looked up, making light grunting sounds of confusion, her squinting eyes boiling in the florescent lighting. "Oh dear, they don't have the book they have on the wall. That's funny, would you like for me to order it for you, sir?"
I informed her that my time was valuable, and this predicament was not a laughing matter, and promptly left, pushing over a large section entirely devoted to Harry Potter and its memorabilia. Screams of my doomed generation were heard as titanic bodies were lost among the rubble, in the ensuing chaos, I stole several copies of Rupi Kaur's Honeybee, or whatever it was called, and tossed them in the dark green trash bin at the door.