by dwarzel on Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:54 pm
Let me tell you from experience; trying to run the magazine section of a bookstore is really something else.
From 1995 to 1998 I worked at B. Dalton, which is, or was, Barnes & Noble's smaller, mall-based subsidiary (which seems to have since vanished from the face of the Earth).
Back then, "magazine" was practically a collective noun. There was no such thing as an individual magazine title; "magazines" were an undifferentiated substance you received a certain amount of; gallon of milk, cord of firewood, thirty pounds of magazines. Nothing was entered in the system--there was no system--and when someone purchased one, we put in the price and hit the "magazine" button.
The guy in charge of the magazine section was a whiz, and he could usually tell you if we carried a certain title, or even when the next issue might come in, but his answers were based purely on intuition. Neither he nor the store manager had any input into which titles we carried, and neither of them could tell me for certain who did decide that; the district manager? The corporation? Ingram itself? No one knew.
That's why I was displeased, though not surprised, to learn of the troubles people were having with store personnel. During my tenure, the standard response to a magazine question was "I don't know," but that was because we really didn't know. Now they apparently do have a system in place, and it's just that no one knows how to use it. Progress?
Somewhere in each of those stores, there's a single employee whose encyclopedic knowledge of the magazine section borders on geekdom, but you'll get to talk to him about as often as a two-headed calf is born. The rest of the time, it'll just be "I don't know" or "We don't have it," so they can get back to their discussion of the subtler subtexts of "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here."