So, Blockbuster is in the first throws of administration. I may not have a job very soon and I’m a bit sad about that.
I love my job. Seriously, I love working at Blockbuster. Not because it’s such a fabulous company, but because the job itself is fun: I get to chat about film and I love the women I work with; I enjoy tidying the wall, making the DVD boxes look tidy and attractive; I like recommending movies I think my customers, some of whom I’ve got to know quite well, will enjoy.
But it looks like it’s all over bar the shouting.
In some ways, I blame myself: I was always a good customer before I got the job: I rented a lot of films – the movies is one of my hobbies. I read magazines and books about the industry and have my favourite stars and directors, even have favourite screenwriters and cinematographers. But would I have bought from Blockbuster? I doubt it.
If I wanted to buy a DVD I’d go to Amazon or play.com first. And if I had better internet download speeds, I’d be a netflix or lovefilm customer. So I guess I, like most of us, am complicit in the demise of Blockbuster.
The High Street in the Western world has changed so much. Most of us make purchases online, only using the high street to have a look at the merchandise before using the interwebz to buy it at a much cheaper price.
In the past six weeks Comet, HMV and Jessops have all experienced death throws as a result of the new marketplace. I tutted when the others went under, felt a passing pang for the staff and their families. But when it effects yourself, it’s very, very different.
I’m applying for other jobs and I’m still hopeful of finding something else, but I’ll mourn the loss of Blockbuster for a long time.