Secrets of Staples leaked…
17 Confessions Of Staples Drones
This article was written by anonymous about the secrets of how the Office Superstore, Staples, operates. WHY didn’t I think of this years ago? For roughly 2 years I worked at Staples in Erie. I helped build the store up from the very beginning and left it all behind when I came to Pittsburgh. Even then I knew there was something creepy about working there. It wasn’t seen in our store (hoooo ra 355!) but at other locations there employees had this wierd bond. Almost cultish. The world revolved around Staples. Eat, Sleep and Drink Staples (I gof sumthin stuck in mah froat). They were uber-obsessed. Always talking about store numbers on their cell phones, making comments about other stores, basically they think they’re the elite of office supply companies. (damn this should be a movie)
Back to this article, I can say that from what I witnessed this is just about dead on. Granted I worked there 10 years ago but it still holds true. Those warranties are shit. You can coupon code ANYTHING in that store and if it meant a sale the manager will write something off or code it out. I miss the interaction with people talking computers but anyone in retail will agree, dealing with the public sucks. Dealing with the Erie public is worst that hell itself. Everyone tries to work a deal, everyone tells you a story to guilt you (my favorite was “I drove ALLL the way from Girard for this.” It’s 15 miles away.), and just about everyone is a prick and feels that you owe them. See what I got out when I did!
I think back and man we got very little. I think I left at $6/hr (roughly $11K/yr). The rewards from selling those Purchase Plans were very small and if the old DM Jeff Weaver ever sees this… I still don’t f’n like you. I haven’t been back there in a long time but I’ve heard that a couple of the people I worked with are still there. I have to admit that next to working at a restaurant, Staples is the best place to work the morning after a night out at the bars. You have to know where to hide. I may have to dig up some old photos. I was pimpin in my red 
