Steve and Barry’s University Sportswear

18 07 2008

I wrote my first post about Steve and Barry’s last week.  It was a 2343 word long grievance summary.  It discussed all the things I thought were wrong with the company (its lack employee recognition, its long hours, and its terrible location), but that’s not how I wanted to write about the company.  I set it live for a grand total of 24 hours (on and off) and the readership spiked.  Some of the readers were from the S&B (if it’s corporate or store, I do not know).  So, I guess this is take two.

This was the name of the company when I joined in the fall of 2006.  It was a long name with a huge blue and yellow logo.  The first day was nightmarish.  The first month was more of the same.  I got wrecked at the Holiday Party and made a fool of myself.  I managed to get myself sent to Columbus, OH where I learned the hard work of manually loading trucks.  I began work with our India office and was sent to train them.  I wrote manuals and did communications work.  I had more responsibility than any 22 year old should have.  By my 23rd birthday, I came to the realization that I might not advance anymore and that the field I was in was not for me.  By the time I left, the logo was sleek and stylish – they no longer specialized in t-shirts and had expanded into the world of true fashion.

For the experiences, I am actually grateful.  My resume looks much nicer now than it did before I started.  I wrote this note to my co-workers before I left (I edited it slightly – there were some embarrassing typos).

Hey guys,

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am leaving Steve and Barry’s on Friday, August 17, 2007.  I’m starting work with a nonprofit organization. Sadly, this new place is business casual so no shorts or flip flops.  Meaning, I’m going to have to go on a shopping spree before I’m no longer a S&B employee.   But all joking aside, this has been the most unique work environments I have ever joined.  The energy and talent here are tremendous, and with the right guidance, this company can change the world of retail…

…it has been a great pleasure working with all of you.  I should make it to a couple of more happy hours – can’t let them forget my favorite beer – so it won‘t be good bye. It will be “See you at Lennon’s.”


JJRC

I like the foreshadowing present.  I wrote that line about proper management to be subtle in my display of discontent with our corporate hierarchy.  It seems like it has validated itself.  The decline of Steve and Barry’s has been something I believed would happen from the when I saw the rapid store expansions, the continuous miscommunications, and the adversarial nature of the New York Office’s (NYO) relationship with stores and the India Office.  There was no cohesion across the entire company. 

As a new hire and recent graduate, I didn’t know what to expect from working.  The first lesson was to be tough.  I was told be harsher with our department’s partners, with the stores and with our India counterparts.  We were corporate and we knew better.  This was the message pounded into my brain, and by the end, I began to agree with that thought.  On my last day, I yelled at a Regional Manager for disrespecting one of our new co-workers.  Though I believe that it was justly deserved, that man could have easily been twice my age.  He was the Regional Manager in California, and he got punked by a 23 year old “professional.”

I read the blogs, and I hear things about the idiots at the NYO.  Those “Ivy League babies” at the NYO.  I read about the “rich who have mommy and daddy pay for their schooling.”  It is an unfair portrait painted of the corporate staff.  Yes, the recruiting department (under the guidance of Steve Shore) recruited aggressively from Ivy League schools.  Shore himself attended Tulane which made me think his obsession with the Ivy League was odd.   Many people at the company were not elitist – we were trying to do our jobs right.  We had superiors who had superiors who had superiors who answered to Steve, Barry, Gary and a slew of older men and women.  I believe most of us followed orders and achieved successes in our posts as it was designed.  We didn’t break out of our molds.  We fit into them nicely – because we had to succeed in this “corporate” world.

It has gotten the company nowhere.  A few men and women set out to guide a company to success, and they have failed.  The corporate staff made of alums from the best universities has failed.  Store managers and directors and other members of the field staff have failed – at no fault of their own.  They were misdirected – they were mislead – they were deceived. 

The fault does not fall on the NYO or the stores.  It does not fall on the lack of money and the economy. It falls on the lack of experience and the relentless demand to conform to the “new” model.  It was a system of patching up a sinking boat. Why reinvent the wheel?  Why devise a completely new system when retail stores that have been successful in the past and have been profitable.  Even smaller chains like Pamida in the mid-west have been successful.  There are the Conway stores in Herald Square that have been success for as long as I can remember.  The clothing is even comparable to S&B in price – and at times cheaper.  They established a loyal base and have maintained their standing as a retailer that will deliver to their customers at their 3 or 4 locations around Manhattan.  I don’t know if Steve and Barry’s ever had that to a great extent.

The lack of experience is the downfall of this company, and the lack of communication is the creation of the backlashes I see on the blogs.  The discontent at the store level is not surprising.  With the NYO and India forcing them to conform – I would also be bitter and angry – especially if I heard nothing from corporate staff regarding the bankruptcy proceeding for more than two weeks.  It’s not the staff’s fault – because they know as little as the stores.  It’s the lack of communication between the directors and everyone else.

Steve and Barry’s was not profitable in 2007 when the economy was better – now in 2008 they are forced to downsize more than they did in December of 2007 – two weeks before Christmas.  There was no holiday party this past year – nor did staff receive a 5 lb. bar of chocolate from Hershey’s.

I wish all my former co-workers still at S&B the best.  I met some of the best people I know at the NYO, in India, and on the field level – I had good relationships with some of the stores – poorer relationships with others. I wish all the store managers the best – and I am sorry if you read this, and it was me that caused you grief on any occasion.  I didn’t know what I was doing – I lacked experienced, and I apparently I lacked the idea of “the human other.”

JJRC





The Westboro Baptist Church

8 07 2008

I didn’t think I could agree with Fox News… but I do:

So, God bless the Bill of Rights!

In considering their ideology, they have offended the “word” of God.  As a young boy in Sunday School – what happened to that loving God who loved everyone?  Were those pictures of Jesus hugging random adorable children a lie? I hope not – those pictures were cute. According to this woman, people who are homosexuals and who died in 9/11 are evil… I find it hard to believe that all gays and all 2,974 died in 9/11 were all evil.  I’m sure some of those people weren’t fantastic people, but no one deserves to die like that – and some of the nicest people I’ve met are gay or closeted – I have my suspicions!

I haven’t picked up my bible since senior year of high school, but these people have inspired me to do some of my own research.  Of course the words, “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” mean nothing… Of course the words, “Love your enemies and do good to them, and lend expecting nothing back.”  Technically, those people at Westboro should be hugging the crap out of “fags” and giving them money!  

That pretty lady from Fox News was getting at this – Leviticus 19:18 “Take no revenge and cherish no grudge against your fellow countrymen.  You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”  Go figure.  You know immediately following that it says “Do not put on a garment woven out of two different types of thread.”  I wonder if she adheres to that… Would she adhere to this?- Deuteronomy 25:11-12 – “When two men are fighting and the wife of one intervenes to save her husband from the blows of his opponents, if she stretches out her hand and seizes the latter by his private parts (aka his nads), you shall chop off her hand without pity.”  I can’t speak to what she would do, but man, can you imagine that kind of bar brawl?!

The things I have learned from my bible study (today) are the following.

-Love everyone – even “fags”.

-Lend money like there’s no tomorrow – and anticipate no return! This means I’m writing a letter to WBC right now asking them to pay off my school loans for free because I asked them to and God told them to lend me the money.

-Don’t be mixing your woven threads.  ”Is that a cotton blend?! You’re so going to hell.”

-My wife is never to grab at genitals while I am wrestling with another man.  That is the exact opposite of a happy ending.

-The bible is more relevant now than ever.

Thanks Mrs. Phelps-Roper for teaching me the way through your craziness!

JJRC





Canoeing in Tennessee

6 07 2008

I had flown to Nashville with my buddy Ivan – to see another friend Jerry with whom I had graduated from college.  The three of us had belonged to the same fraternity in college.  Somewhere in the first 36 hours in Nashville, I had managed to get tonsillitis (a doctor confirmed this a week later – yes it took a week to get me to the hospital).  I had decided when I woke up around 6:30 in a cold sweat, that I would not be going canoeing. I was hoping to stay home and cry while I prayed to God that I would get better.  

At 8am, I mustered the balls to go up to Jerry’s room and ask him for some meds.  Once I took the advil and we went to Shoney’s for breakfast, I was feeling better.  I even took a shower at 10 and honestly, I wasn’t feeling so bad.  I decide in my head, what the fuck – let’s go canoeing.  How often does this opportunity come up?  It was also easier to just go than to explain how bad I actually felt – and what would people do with an uneven number of canoers?

We get to the spot and we break up into our teams.  Jerry’s friend pairs up with his fiance and Jerry pairs up with his friend’s fiance’s cute 19 year old sister.  I pair up with Ivan.  We hop into our respective boats and off we go…. into a rock face on the river.  Though startling and scary, it would not be the last time the USS JJRC crashed into rocks.  

After we figured it out, we stroll down the river into a felled tree.  We then decide I should be in the back since I am heaviest. We swap spots.  Somewhere along the canoeing trip we become lodged on some rocks that I had barely spotted over Ivan’s shoulders.  

JJRC: Is that a rock?!

Ivan: Oh shit! It’s a rock! (My friend immediately proceeds to put his paddle back into the boat and hold onto the sides of the boat)

JJRC: Paddle!

Of course, our metal canoe careens into the small rock, and we effectively become stuck on it.  

JJRC: So, since this is your fault – you wanna kick off the rock?

Ivan: Sure.

I begin to paddle in any direction to see if it will break us free.  Ivan carefully places his flip flop on the rock and begins to push to no avail.  Then the boat slowly moves away… with Ivan foot. Meanwhile his other foot remains firmly planted on the rock.  Panic sets in.  I’m trying to keep the boat from floating away, but I’m only one man paddling against the current.  Slowly but surely the boat floats out from under Ivan, and he splashes gracelessly into the water.  His flip flop is thrown into the air.  An older couple is kayaking along and says they have never seen such a spectacular dismount and then ask if he’s ok.  Luckily Ivan didn’t hit anything on the way down.  A face plant into any kind of rock would have most likely ended our excursion.  As I float down the river in shock and awe of the situation, I see Ivan’s sport flip flop floating gently down stream.  I try and cut it off, but it just floats around the boat – out of my grasp.  My next best idea was to paddle with everything I had onto a gravel bay on the other side of the river.  I watch Ivan flounder around in the water as he retrieves his flip flop.  Jerry had told us to buy sneakers to wear.  I bought a shitty pair of $9 Starbury’s at Steve and Barry’s.  

Once Ivan has collects himself, and we are back in the boat – cruising at comfortable speeds.  I feel compelled to ask him periodically if he sees any rocks.  We have a mostly uneventful trip following that.  

As we approach the final gravel bay, my fever is creeping up on me.  We can’t get to this stupid thing fast enough.  I want to be out of this boat so I can stop expending the energy my body needs to repair itself.  As we approach the final bend, we steer properly and are on path – until a current picks us up and begins to drag us into a wooded, messed up area.  Our guide had said, “Do not go passed the gravel bay.  If you go passed the gravel bay, you will get hurt.”  I saw what he meant.  

In my head, I think great.  This is how I will end my trip to Nashville – with death.  As I realize that paddling will do nothing to save us from this unfortunate situation, I jump out of the boat.  I would have let it float into the bad patch had Ivan not been on it.  He was bracing himself for the worst.  He was looking to remain with the boat to the very end… like a good/bad captain.  I took a more proactive approach to living life – I didn’t even think to consider how deep the water was.  I just jumped right it. It was about 2 and 1/2 feet deep – maybe a little more.  I grab the back of the canoe and drag it to shore alone – with Ivan in it – against the current

Adrenaline is an amazing thing.  I had felt the inklings of a fever before we reached the bay.  Once I jumped out of that boat, the inkling was gone, and my only thought was to not let my friend float down that path in the canoe – alone.  Once we were back on dry land, I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.  Our guide didn’t come get us for about 30 minutes.  Meanwhile the other canoe people were picking their guests up quickly – so much for “we’re there every 10 minutes – those other guys make you wait.”

What a great day.

JJRC