I once went to an interview for Games Workshop staff.
It was a bit of an eye opener to learn that simply knowing all the rules didn't make me a good potential employee.

On the bright side, I was still light years ahead of some of the other applicants in terms of employability. Dear sweet tittyfucking Jesus...
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 13:19, 1 reply)

God.
Games Workshop. Whenever I've ventured into one of those shops with Double F, it's like in a western when the piano playing stops and everyone looks around because there's a GIRL in the shop. I don't know where they find their staff.
( Blue Star was working part time at the 5 and Dime, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 13:22, closed)

A lot of them are actually careerists attracted by the extremely good terms of the job
who just picked up the hobby as a necessary part of it.

The ones they recruit from their existing fanbase have to be something extremely unusual in that sweating mound of terrified virgins. And no, I don't exaggerate, especially since it used to include me. Every bad thing you can possibly say about the GW crowd is true. I was actually secretly relieved when I didn't get the callback, because it had been a few years since I'd been in one of those stores, and what I saw terrified me.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 13:29, closed)

Extremely good terms of the job?
I assume you're using sarcasm. Even GW managers get paid approximately fuck-all and they have to work most weekends. Mates of mine have worked there and had all the joy of GW gaming ground out of them before leaving for jobs which pay actual money you can live on.
(The man with the flan swashed his buckle on, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 20:15, closed)

I went to the one on Oxford Street the other day, and my girlfriend said she fancied coming along
I said she'd probably better not, as she'd only confuse them...but then I found myself being served by a girl! A real girl who was friendly and chatty! Bizarre.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 15:02, closed)