Breaking: Circuit City Goes Under
Friday, April 10th, 2009
Every year, full time employees at Circuit City would receive three new shirts. I worked there for four years, though I was not technically full time for that first year, so I only got two shirts then. I also got some other shirts when I was promoted, and again when I began my management training.
In all, I have about 22 Circuit City polo shirts. I’ve just had them in a trashbag in my closet for the last three years, not really wanting to let go of them, but not knowing exactly what to do with them.
I recently organized my closet and added in some more shelf space, and in the process decided that I finally needed to let go of the shirts – they were out of business, if I couldn’t get rid of the shirts now, I would never be able to get rid of them. (more…)


I’m not a huge gambler, I realize that gambling makes people lose money more often than not, and I don’t exactly have excess amounts of money to lose (although, when I do gamble, I write the money off as “entertainment value”). It is for this reason especially that I don’t drink when I gamble. I’m afraid that I will become too aggressive and hit when I should fold, or keep playing even after I’ve lost my car (luckily, I don’t own a house to lose). It is for this reason that casinos in Vegas will feed you free alcohol while you are playing on the floor (I’ve heard they are actually working on administering it intravenously). They want to get you good and liquored up so you lose money. After all, they wouldn’t give away those drinks unless they made more money because of it.
Coincidences. Some people claim that there is no such thing as a coincidence, that everything happens for a reason as part of a larger, master plan, which was obviously designed in an intelligent manner. All I know is what happened to me was weird and there is a word that covers it, so I’m just going to stick with Webster on this one and say that coincidences do happen. If they didn’t, there wouldn’t be a word for it.
When I got to the “real world”, which is surprisingly similar to the fantasy world in which I have apparently been living for the past 22 years of my life, I learned that one of the phrases you hear the most at a job is “billable hours.” A billable hour is basically work that you do that you charge to a project, you can also think of it as man-hours - how many man-hours is this task going to take to complete? Then you have to make sure you get the right billing code so you can charge your time to the correct project, otherwise you are doing the work for free, or making another project pay for it.
Back before I was a born, kids had to make things up in order to play. They called this “using your imagination”. Luckily I didn’t have to do that, as I had TV growing up. Granted, my parents did limit my TV consumption somewhat, but I ended up using my imagination figuring out ways to get around the limitations in place, as opposed to using my imagination to find games to play. After all, when you play a game, there is no reward if you win. But if you figure out how to watch more TV, well, you get to watch more TV.
In what had to be one of the most random nights in recent history, I got to see Jeff in his element – last call on the dance floor with only one other person there in a bar in Bethesda. Let me tell you how we got there, though.
My company has a somewhat dilapidated database system for entering in test questions. It’s very unintuitive, has a clunky design, and makes you go through about 5 steps to do one thing to a question. Well, the other day this system (called ITS – Item Tracking System) stopped working on my computer. Something about a MDAC package not being available. The funny thing is that it was working on everybody else’s computer, just not mine.
Over the course of my four year career at Circuit City I had a good friend there who would call the store simply “Circuit”. Not “the city” or “Circuit City”, just “Circuit”. I prefer to call it “Circuit Shitty”, and I always just did that because I worked there, and I thought it sucked. But I went in as a customer the other day (only my second time or so since quitting in October), and I found out what the true meaning of bad customer service is.