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| - I feel a little about Staples like I did as a child going into Toys'R'Us. It's right about then that my inner child gives me a good 'ol slap upside the and tells me that I better have ice cream for dinner to make up for this painfully ridiculous excitement over shopping for office supplies that only a boring grown up could ever experience.
Oh, shut your face, inner-child, Staples is fun. I get to by colourful pens to cross of my accomplishments, green dry erase markers for when I'm ahead of my goals and red ones for when I'm behind them. Come to think of it, I actually trick my grown up self into having fun with all these organizational adult things so that they get done and yeah... a trip to staples helps me feel like I'm in a toy store... a super boring toy store, but toys all the same.
I can find all the awesome office stuff I need to get me through the day and I have the satisfaction that I'm improving my work life.
My interactions with the staff haven't gone too much further than asking them for directions to the items I'm looking for, but they've been pretty good at that.
Unless they have a special business department, I don't know if I'd recommend this place for businesses who make large ongoing orders as the service seems to stop the moment you leave the store. After coming home and not finding a receipt in the bag that I swore the cashier put it in, I gave them a call and was asked to leave a message. Then I waited, called again, waited, called again, waited and went into the store. Once there, I was pretty impressed with how quickly and efficiently they were able to give me the correct receipt. I was a little miffed when I arrived, but they took care of it. I've also learned that unless you're right in front of them, there's no way you can expect follow up from these folks.
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