theJEDMAN NATION-A New Wave Manifesto

Documenting the JED Experience

Monday, September 30, 2002

FLASHBACK 91
You don't make sales at the resgister, you make sales on the sales floor. I want people out on the sales floor. I want to see you talking with customers and calling them by name. We need to be getting extra movies into the customers hands. We've got a lot of movies besides "Home Alone." There is no reason a customer should walk out of here with only 1 movie in his/her hands. We need to suggest titles that they may not be aware we have. We'll help them find something they may have wanted, but didn't know we had. We have lots of things we can sell. We got candy bars 3 for a dollar. We got Samsung video cassettes. We got crap in a plastic container to sell. We got to sell this crap so the store makes money for some dude that lives in Florida, because that man had a dream and the vision of the full service video specialty store. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 9:07 PM

I stopped in the new JUGO JUICE today. It just opened up around the corner from that customer service nightmare known as SMOOTHIE KING. I have not been back to the KING, since I used up my gift certificates from the cooperate office that I got after I complained about the over charging experience that I endured and suffered through back in the spring when some pip squeek king manager rammed education of customers and his broken cooler down my throat as he explained his frequent customer card policy over and over to me. Anyway, the JUGO JUICE is good. I think it is an off shoot of the JUICE STOP. I got the grape-berries samba super sensation surprise. Beat death with berries, you loser. I doubt if I will frequent JUGO JUICE too often. It is no JAMBA JUICE. California does a couple of things pretty good, JAMBA JUICE and the no smoking bar. The was the weirdest and greatest thing ever, going to the English pub in Santa Monica and being able to enjoy a fine brew without choking on human inflicted bad air quality. Beat death with berries. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 8:46 PM

Sunday, September 29, 2002

I went to the professional football game. There is a team here in town. I got to sit next to this nameless guy. This nameless guy went up to get a beer for him and his friend. I was not briefed on the friend coming, but that is a different story. The nameless guy said to me, "I would have got you a beer if I knew that you were drinking." Well, I don't really drink that much anymore and I don't really miss it, but I like to have a beer once in awhile, especially at the stadium in the warm sun. A beer tastes pretty good in that setting. I told him that I would drink a beer that someones buys for me. He responded with, "I'll drink a beer that you get for me too." The nameless guy has these expectations of me to buy him a beer lately. You see, I don't think I need to impress this nameless guy, but he sure should be trying to impress me. It reminded me of a time a few years ago, when this nameless guy invited me to a free booze and snack thing that his university club was having. I tried pay the $10 at the door in cash with a $20, but they didn't have change. I guess they write a lot of personal checks up north. Anyway, the cashier said that he would get $10 out of the nameless guy. This made sense to me. The nameless guy invited me and it wasn't like I was going to join the university club. I went to a different university. For months after that, the nameless guy said that the cashier was really wanting his $10. I got sick of it after awhile and just paid the nameless guy the $10 to get him to shut up. Well, I don't think I should have to be obligated to buy people beers, unless a specific round system has been agreed upon. Since I only rarely partake in an adult beverage, I don't forsee myself engaging in rounds of drinks anytime soon. Plus, I got screwed out of a hot dog in the luxury box as the nameless guy had 4 of them. It was devestating. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 8:18 PM

Saturday, September 28, 2002

I went to the a high school home coming dance. It was weird. There were a lot of teenagers really dressed up. At one point, I got a little too close to the dance floor. You see the girations that were occurring were kicking up a cloudy haze of body glitter. I think I breathed some of that in. Now, if I have an x-ray, it will show my insides as all glittery.
Later, I went with some chicks to Fuzzy's South. These chicks are close to my age. I had not been to Fuzzy'a South since the mid-90s. It was everything that I remembered and dreamed that it could be. One of the chicks made a special friend. So, I got to entertain and annoy the other chick. I'm not good at entertaining, but I annoy pretty darn well. I think that I was successful on this evening. Well, I ended up staying out way too late. This is the 3rd time in the last 4 weekends that I've been out after midnight in a smokey caldren of doom. I just can't seem to breath very well in those places. I'm going to have to break this streak. I've just been taking advantage of opportunities to hang out with people lately. I was hanging out with chicks. So, when I get asked to do something, I usually go. It gets me out of the house. I spend too much time in the house last summer. It drove me nuts. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 3:56 PM

I went to a professional baseball game the other night. There is a team here in town. I was priviledged enough to sit in the luxury box. I got free beverages and snacks. During the game, I was explaining a finer point of the game to one of the guests in the box.I had to repeat myself a few times to illustrate my point. I wasn't being that big a smart ass. All of a sudden, it was obscene gesturarama. Right there in the luxury box. Well, the vegetable tray got knocked over and an all out brawel ensued. It was not the kind of behavior you would expect in the luxury box. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 3:38 PM

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

I was hasseling one of my colleagues in the copy room at school the other day about drinking a lot of beers at the Sheryl Crow Rock and Roll Show. As I was doing this, I bragged about only having one beer. Then, she called me a "CANDY ASS." I was so crushed that I walked out of the copy room with only my black-line masters in hand. I went home thinking about getting a box of donuts, bucket of chicken and meatball submarine and then, purging. Instead, I went home and cryed myself to sleep as I watched NFL highlights from the 1960s. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 7:52 PM

I visited an old coaching buddie at his new gig at a prominent south JOCO middle school the other day. He introduced me to his american football team. My buddy told his team that I was a big ex-college player from way back. Of course, being middle schoolers, they wanted to know where I played college ball. Without hesitating, I said Middle Tennessee State. Yeah I was a big time all conference QB. They bought every second of it. It reminded me of my early american football career. I stated playing american football in the 4th grade. My dad was the coach. He was the head coach. Usually the son of the head coach is destined to be the QB. My dad, a former all world small town Missouri fullback in the 50s, had better plans for me. He put me at offensive guard. If he had put me at QB, I'm sure I'd be playing on Sundays today. However, I was dealt a bad hand. My american football career ended in the 9th grade. I never played after that. Just think of the fame, fortune, babes, injuries that I would have encountered. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 5:57 PM

When I was a young boy, I put ketchup on my hot dog. When I became a man, I switched to mustard. theJEDMAN

.: posted by Jed 5:45 PM

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