So yeah, this part of my VTG time didn’t get a mention in my resume later on. See, one of the reasons I was hired at Video To Go was because I could work days. The other workers were still in school, and I had just graduated.
The store manager, Krysty, needed someone in the store during the day to deal with the porn room. To be clear: the VTG porn room only carried movies for rental and for sale. Krysty just needed someone who could deal with the distributors when needed, put the product out weekly, and choose what product to bring in.
I didn’t have an issue taking the job on, and honestly after a couple of days I barely looked at the boxes, and went only by logos, ether the studios or the series name. This sounded like an easy job, but it was also time-consuming. Prepping the new movies every week took at least two hours, and talking to the distributors took even longer sometimes.
For the sake of time, I’m only going to tell you three stories that happened during my time running the porn room at VTG. I’ll try to keep things as clean as possible, and here we go:
1. The Customers
Most of our customers would run in and out of the backroom. This was probably due to shame, but that’s just my guess. Or maybe it was because the door to the porn room squeaked, and everyone in the store would turn and look.
We did however have some weird people who happened to be regulars. One guy (I won’t mention his name) came in DAILY. He would stop in every morning before going to his construction company, and he would also buy a ton of lottery tickets while he was there.
One day, I was busy with another customer, so my co-worker Janelle helped the guy. I noticed he said something to her, and she looked shocked. He had basically told her the reason he rented so much was because of her. Except that he didn’t use that language, and was much more graphic about it. I kicked his ass out, he did come back eventually, but I believe he apologized to my friend.
Another guy would always come in on Monday nights right before we closed. He would always have a stack of papers on him, and I later learned it was a list of what he wanted to rent. One year he came in on Christmas eve, right before closing. This time his list had to be at least 20 pages. My co-worker Monica decided to grab the list while she was in there, and he was talking to someone. I guess he fell apart without his list, because I never saw him again after that night.
2. The Distributors
Every so often, I had to put in orders with the VHS/DVD distributors. One guy in particular stuck out in my mind because he would always call and say “Hello, and happy Wednesday to you!”. He was a little over enthusiastic, but he turned out to be one of the best guys I dealt with.
After I placed my order with him one time, he asked me if I had any questions for him. I told him no, so he asked if I had any questions about the business in general for him that could help out our sales. We spoke for a bout five minutes, and he then asked if I had any personal questions about the business. That part of the conversation went something like this:
Me: Yeah, I got a weird one for you.
Distributor: Fire away sir!
Me: How come the women almost always keep their shoes on?
Distributor: That’s because in the past there have been incidents where after the scene, they slipped and fell, so it’s for safety sake.
To this day I don’t know if the distributor was being serious or if he was joking with me. I later thought to myself he couldn’t be serious because if safety was an issue in the adult business, I don’t think shoes would be in the top five things I’d worry about.
3. The Catalogs
After a few months running the back room by myself, my boss Krysty decided it would be a good idea if she switched all the ordering info from her name to mine. It would have been an even better idea if she had told me she was going to do this.
So imagine my surprise when I got home from a vacation, and my mother is screaming at me about the catalogs I’ve been getting almost daily while I was gone. I didn’t know what she was talking about, and then she showed me the stack of porn catalogs Krysty had signed me up to receive.
Every genre of the business was in there, there were even some DVD samples sent over by the distributors I talked to. And to make matters worse, my grandmother had to sign for the biggest one. Yeah, sorry about that granny….