Why Do Barnes & Noble Have A Closing Time

I entered your store this evening to rent a Redbox movie at around 7:30pm. When I walked into the store, I saw a young female slouched over on the customer's side of the counter eating what appeared to be her dinner. I found this to be somewhat unprofessional and made me feel uncomfortable. I continued to mind my own business and looked for a movie at the Redbox kiosk. I then heard a female talking amongst her other coworkers and very loudly say "suck my dick" and make other comments that were very inappropriate to her coworkers. I turned around to look at the workers to make sure I was hearing this correctly. I was in disbelief that this behavior would occur in a restaurant full of customers. Upon exit of the restaurant the young female and

We chose go to Barnes and Nobles, because we are fascinated by their ability as a company to target multiple age groups and sustain being successful. Their target market are people that love to learn and enjoy reading. They appeal to all age groups not just one market segment and are able to do so as a result of their variety of different sections. They stack the shelves, as you can see in the pictures below, abundantly full with their products, however when shopping we noticed they are almost too cluttered with too many things on them to make a choice simple.

Imagine sitting in bed for hours on end, watching your favorite show on a tablet that is inches from your face. For most people, this is the everyday way of life. But when was the last time you shut everything off in a quiet room and thought about your life? Most of us never take this opportunity because there isn’t a waking moment we aren’t doing something. If we aren’t busy working or at school we are texting our friends and watching TV or playing video games. When Ray Bradbury wrote about a future society in Fahrenheit 451 he wasn’t far off. Our society has become like the one in Fahrenheit 451.

Meanwhile I was finishing my area and doing the nightly check-list that the managers were supposed to do every night. As people were finishing their assigned tasks I sent them home. Around eleven o’clock it was just me and one of the front counter managers helping me finish the check-list and double checking my work; clocking out shortly after we finished. I had managed to keep the kitchen running smoothly even though I had no experience as a manager or any leadership roles in that store. I had also managed to get everyone, including myself, off the clock at an exceptional

While waiting for the court date I would not be allowed to teach. I stepped out in the hallway and was suddenly attacked by questions, accusations, and horrible stares. Not only had the students heard, but so had Kelly’s parents and they were not happy with me. Her dad approached me quickly, making me think that he was going to hit me, but instead grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside from the crowd that was quickly gathering. The anger in his voice was very apparent when he sharply asked, “What kind of man are you?”

The sun was in the sky and it seemed to be the middle of the day. How could this happen? I checked my phone to see what it said. “4:00 p.m., November 9th,” I gasped in disbelief. This probably meant that I had my job back again! I happily walked through the crowds to my office, but I noticed that I was getting a lot of dirty looks. When I entered the office I was taken aback. Instead of being filled with mainly men, the office was made up of mostly women. A stern looking woman walked up to me. “You must be Evan,” she declared “Congratulations on your new job, we don’t really get a lot of good men that apply if you know what I mean.” As she led me through the lobby I heard many remarks “Hey sweet face,” snared a woman to my left. I heard roaring laughter arise from everyone. Suddenly, I felt extremely uncomfortable. “Is this what it’s always been like for women?’ I asked myself as I made my way up the stairs. I still heard muffled whispers from downstairs “He probably just got hired for his pretty face, men don’t have talent.” I overheard. All of the sudden, I didn’t want to be there anymore. Why would I want to work somewhere where I was criticized because of my

I was so nervous, I kept mapping out the exit plans in this room. I didn’t want to be there because I had just got heaps of new toys. We hosted two wonderful ladies named Dolly and Betty. We made a desert and decorated the table while the shelter provided the Christmas dinner. As I sat there, I was just counting hours, eating my food, and dreaming about which toy I was going to use first. As boredom overtook me, I began to listen to the conversations at the table. Dolly was a woman who had been homeless for 6 months. Her husband had died and he was the main source of income, so without his money she had lost her home. She had just started the Bridge to Life program that helped homeless people get their life back on track. Through 10 months of different steps, the shelter helped get them a job and pay off debts while housing and feeding them. As I heard this, I began to realize that some homeless people were not just druggies. They were people that had stories. They had fallen on hard times and couldn’t get back on their feet. I could feel myself soften and become more interested in what was happening with them. I began to ask questions and Dolly told it like it was, without sugarcoating the cold hard truth. I felt guilty for previously complaining about not being able to play with my new toys and these people didn’t even have a home much less security like I did. I had such a perspective shift the next year I asked to serve on Thanksgiving. We volunteered to be servers and take the shelter occupants’ order. We then got the food and served it to them like a five-star restaurant. As I served more people, I began to see the gratitude and thankfulness in these people’s heart. I tried to locate Dolly but she had done so well in the program and moved out in her own house. Hearing about her success

Later that night after leaving our floor meeting with the Residential Assistant (RA), my roommate and I took on the initiative of getting to know each a little more. We started discussing our previous jobs in high school. Jamilya told me how she hated her job at Shoe Carnival; she would always have an attitude when she worked on holidays. Her cheesy smile and the way she rolled her eyes when complaining about her old job brought a memory back to my mind. I asked Jamilya, “Did you work this past tax free weekend at the Shoe Carnival in Cherrydale?” To my surprise, she did and she was the sales associate that I complained on to the manager. That day in Shoe Carnival, Jamilya had the worst attitude and took over fifteen minutes to return with the size I needed in a shoe. Not only that but the cashier did not recheck my box and I had two right shoes. My complaint to the manager was on both Jamilya and the cashier. That complaint put my roommate, Jamilya, on her final warning; the next occurrence would have been a write up. She apologized for her actions but all I remember saying in return was, “Wow! This is definitely a small world!” I knew that was not the first time we crossed each other’s

Afterwards a worker comes up to me and says in a rude tone “may I help you” and “I said no thank you I’m just looking” and so the worker left then I picked up my stuff and walked to another part of the store and then the same worker came back and said “can I help you look for something” and I said “no thank you I’m just looking”. At this point I looked for my friend and we both started looking around the store and the worker started to follow us. Finally we both left the store because our movie was about to start and as we were leaving the security guard followed us out of the store and I thought he was going to follow us to the movie theatre but thank God he didn’t. Finally I called my mom and I told her what happened and she told me to go to the movie and to try calm down and to enjoy

In our society, people rely so much on technology to gain information. Most people look on social media sites for the daily news instead of reading the paper or watching the T.V. Not so much on the emotional side like in the novel, but more on the technical level, people can’t figure things out on their own. People rely too much on technology to get them through their day.

In early December, the accounting team were scheduled to have a luncheon at Ibby's. Two days prior to the event, a calendar invite had been sent to its attendants. Due to my shy nature, I had not accepted the invitation, but unbeknownst to me, the attendance was required because, as the time approached, Mr. Rackers asked me to prepare to leave with them. In candor, I was not comfortable with nor interested in having lunch in such a setting, and worse, my co-worker, Mr. Whittaker was battling a severe cold that I was trying not to contract during this event.

I once again picked up one item and walked to the line, hoping that I did not run into anyone from the prior store. I once again stood in line for a few minutes, looking at my watch and mumbling to myself, gosh, I am not going to make this appointment. The person in front of me, looked at me, turned back around not saying anything, so I went around her and tap the customer shoulder of the person ahead of her, and in my sweetest voice asked if I can jump ahead of her to check out, due to me having an appointment that I really needed to make. Once again, the customer said sure, and the customer behind her gave me a look that was of complete annoyance. If looks could kill, I would have been laying on the floor. The reaction to my violation of cutting lines in these stores and not sticking to society’s norm of waiting patiently for my turn was really uncomfortable, embarrassing, and mortifying. The fear that someone would chastise and make a scene, to draw attention to what I was doing was nerve wrecking.

2.Description of the event: A couple of weeks ago, I met with a young woman at the church coffee lab. She was sitting all by herself on one of the single round tables that have only two high chairs. Since it is my motive to talk to all people, whether I have not met them before or who I might know a little, I greeted her and asked if I could sit down and talk with her. She expressed happiness and approval and mentioned that she really appreciated me talking to her the last time we met with each other. I initiated the conversation and she said that she had a

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In Montag’s first conversation with his young neighbor, Clarisse shares an interesting piece of information. She states, “Have you seen the two-hundred-foot-long billboards in the country beyond town? Did you know that once billboards were only twenty feet long? But cars started rushing by so quickly they had to stretch the advertising out so it would last” (Bradbury 7). This revelation is crucial because it informs readers of the extraordinarily fast-paced lifestyle that technology has enabled. Speed and sensory overload prevent people from truly absorbing and processing the environment around them. Montag then accuses Clarisse of thinking too much. The teenager explains that she has time to think because she rarely watches television. Even in the future there are only twenty-four hours in a day. And while most humans use those twenty-four hours to hustle through life, distracted by television and other chatter, Clarisse takes the time to ponder existence.