The end of xtravision?

Cantona's Collars · 11-04-2011 2:45pm

feelingstressed wrote: »

When you buy a new game it should be sealed in plastic.

In xtravision the game boxes tend to be open.
Sure you may as well buy a preowned copy at a cheaper price if that's how xtravision do it

The discs are actually sealed in plastic in the store,I presume to stop theft,any game I bought there was unwrapped by staff and placed in the original box by staff before they handed it to me.

CMpunked · 11-04-2011 2:49pm

feelingstressed wrote: »

When you buy a new game it should be sealed in plastic.

In xtravision the game boxes tend to be open.
Sure you may as well buy a preowned copy at a cheaper price if that's how xtravision do it

When i buy games in GS and HMV, they usually have them unboxed and the discs in plastic slips.
Only on release day (or midnight releases) have i bought a game from there and it still be in the sealed case.

Gavin "shels" · 11-04-2011 2:50pm

feelingstressed wrote: »

People have been predicting the end of Xtravision for years and years.
Still going strong

Don't know whos been telling you this but afaik it's fairly opposite to "still going strong". Another Xtravision in Dublin is due to close.

feelingstressed wrote: »

When you buy a new game it should be sealed in plastic.

In xtravision the game boxes tend to be open.
Sure you may as well buy a preowned copy at a cheaper price if that's how xtravision do it

Actually you'll find for most of the New Release games that you'll get them in the plastic. Shops are given display boxes now and keep the box with the game in the back still in the plastic.

blaze1 · 11-04-2011 2:54pm

I only go in to get the toffee popcorn

strokemyclover · 22-04-2011 2:10pm

I just walked past Xtravision on Leonard's Corner and shed a l'il tear - they're just pulling the signs down and moving stock out of the shop

This is definitely not a Good Friday!

:pac:

Dwellingdweller · 22-04-2011 2:28pm

good f***ing riddance.

sagat2 · 22-04-2011 2:28pm

strokemyclover wrote: »

I just walked past Xtravision on Leonard's Corner and shed a l'il tear - they're just pulling the signs down and moving stock out of the shop

This is definitely not a Good Friday!

:pac:

Sad to hear the Leonard's Corner one closing, back before broadband, they used to have an early rental scheme, you could rent any flick for a pound if you returned it before 5 on the same day. We'd grab a couple of DVD's take them back to the flat start ripping them head off to college for a class or two (or the Headline for a pint or two) then return the discs to the store before the cutoff time and watch the ripped versions at our leisure.

Misty Chaos · 22-04-2011 2:50pm

I can't see the Xtravision where I live closing anytime soon. People do still rent from there but its diversified into selling electronics and all that jazz, even has the internet in there and the like. That and at the time it opened back in 2004, it was the largest Xtravision in Ireland ( not sure if it still has that title. )

I haven't really rented anything there in a long time ( blame my brother for running up a €50 debt on my card. Thanks, bro! :mad: ) but I've brought plenty of DVDs, games and my current Xbox360 from there so its a good place to have, at least where I live.

Zalzibeth · 13-05-2011 10:58pm

LighterGuy wrote: »

Was in Xtravision in Ongar on friday night. Dont really go into Xtra-vision. But it was busy there. So maybe their business is mainly weekends (which makes sense)

In a side note, the dark haired girl working there has an amazing bum. lol.

Hm, do i

?

dammitjanet · 15-05-2011 1:47pm

Xtra-vision in Dalkey is closing down this week

TheBucks · 15-05-2011 1:56pm

sign of the times.

JustAddWater · 07-06-2011 11:29am

Xtra vision @ Tesco Hillcrest, Lucan closing soon

Well the sign actually says "we are moving" but the notice does not say where to, so it's probably closing and afraid to say so.

The notice also says

your nearest xtra vision is

- Ongar
- Castleknock

How is that local? lol. Not gonna go all the way over there for a DVD!

Dravokivich · 07-06-2011 12:01pm

Isn't there 1 in Clondalkin next to the mill? surely that'd be closer or at least easier to get to?

Liber8or · 07-06-2011 12:02pm

Xtra-vision in Ballyowen.

duploelabs · 07-06-2011 12:03pm

dammitjanet wrote: »

Xtra-vision in Dalkey is closing down this week

They took a day to rip out all the carpet and gut the shop, spritely

Tubsandtiles · 07-06-2011 12:03pm

Sacramento wrote: »

I hope they don't close, I like to go to look at the new DVD releases section on the website to find out what to download.

You my friend are a genious

Liam Byrne · 07-06-2011 12:05pm

PogMoThoin wrote: »

They'll be gone for good as soon as a Netflix or Vudu similar service appears over here to stream movies direct. They should launch this themselves if they want to stay around, the clock is ticking.

On Irish broadband midband ? You must be joking!

jimlingk · 07-06-2011 4:14pm

Let me clear up a few things up for readers of this thread as I believe that a lot of what is stated here is contrived conjecture possibly posted by people still working within the company. The truth is that Xtra-Vision is a dark, suspicious business deep down. Their motives are puzzling. Now I'm not having a go at the average employee that works behind their counters. Most of these people are grand, sociable individuals that do very well to maintain their sanity in the face of the overwhelmingly dysfunctional bureaucracy that prints out their payslips. Without wanting to get into an aggressive tirade, which I could easily choose to do considering I'm feeling a tad unstable as I type this, that company is bad.

I will explain my situation. Or rather, for the sake of legal worries, I will explain Tom's situation. Tom worked in a city branch of Xtra-Vision, part-time, for under two years. Inside that space of two years a large sign, advertising the shop's availability for lease, was placed above the door. Tom was uncomfortable with this and in no official sense was the issue addressed. Months passed. The store seemed to get more deserted by the day, especially after the Christmas period. The occasional customer would come to the counter and ask Tom what the large sign meant about the future. Tom, a pragmatist at heart but an optimist in the workplace, would feed the customers a white lie based on speculation he had overheard before starting with XV.

"Oh, sure I reckon they want to move to a more central location. Parking is difficult here. If we moved down the road to the main street business would pick up a little. I guess that's their long-term plan. I'm looking forward to it. Customers won't have to march up this hill anymore, sweat pouring off their backs, just to return a DVD."

The customers would smile and leave happily. Fears allayed. But Tom's weren't. As the year pushed on, the inevitable happened. Tom and his co-workers would joke about how artificial the company's face was, how they grin and bare it, when they're obviously in a lot of trouble.

"Ha! They'll pack up overnight and all that will remain will be a tumbleweed and an empty shop."

And that's pretty much what happened. It was announced that the company was basically fu...finished with it's smaller, less important branches, everything had to be packed up and that would be that. Tom felt a little sad. Sure, this wasn't his dream job but he was a shrewd saver and was able to live quite well off the twenty or so odd hours he'd do a week. He thought:

"Ah sure, I'll probably have to go on the dole for a couple of months before I can find something else."

He hadn't been on social welfare before and though he thought it was borderline pathetic, for an able-bodied man in his twenties to beg for bread, what had to be done had to be done. This is where the real troubles starts. The shop closed up, as was mentioned before I started rambling on about Tom's wrestles with the acceptance of socialist grain. Tom assumed, well that's that. Better grab the ID cards, gas bills and...oh wait, that bloody P45!

Rings the ex-manager. He tells him to ring H.R. H.R. mention something about a voluntary redundancy scheme. Ok, though Tom can't claim redundancy being there less than two years. Seems like an odd process for a guy that just wants to be released but if those are their methods, let it be done. Problem though. This horse manure won't be resolved until way after those seven working days in which you need to prove you don't work. Crikey, that's a bit of a ball...spheres. Guess he'd better ring someone and ask them for a simple letter of mutual termination, as the P45 won't be in the postbox for at least a month. Refusal. Flat-out refusal. H.R. guy:

"You were offered work in another branch and you refused it!!"

Tom urinated out of his rectum, only very briefly, as he heard this. Here was a human resources employee, the men of formality, systems and laws, telling him of a job offer that had not happened. Truth was, he knew about these hours. Seven hours a week in a branch further away, which was overstaffed besides. Tom, being a nice chap, took it for granted that another would need those hours. Leave it, don't be a pest. It was the right thing to do. The initial problem however, was that he only found out about this supposed job offer by accident. Baffled one day, he dizzily strolled to one of the branches to find out how he would acquire that P45 he cherised so much.

"Oh we have hours for you, Tom."

- "Hmm, that's strange. My workplace closed down a week ago. No-one contacted me."

So unless he hadn't been there by accident, he would never have heard of this. The image of Milton from Office Space, with his empty pay cheques, popped into his head. Now to get right up to date, Tom got back onto H.R. today and was barked at by some little pup who sounded like a something that rhymes with 'sick'. I've completely lost the point of what I was trying to say here. Long story short, not only can they not employee people anymore, they also won't let poor Tom out. Tom scratches his head. What did he do to deserve this. Did he say something out of place some day. Some little wisecrack that filtered down and was overheard by someone in upper management who took offence. Why are they pyschologically raping him? Yes, the hyenas are circling around the watering hole. Tom is a deadite. His stomach makes strange sounds now. Is that from nerves? Is it the starvation of surving on nothing but cigarettes, whiskey and cheap cans of tuna. I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore.

JustAddWater · 07-06-2011 4:29pm

The sum of all fears 2

Now available, exclusively at Xtra-Vision...

jimlingk wrote: »

Let me clear up a few things up for readers of this thread as I believe that a lot of what is stated here is contrived conjecture possibly posted by people still working within the company. The truth is that Xtra-Vision is a dark, suspicious business deep down. Their motives are puzzling. Now I'm not having a go at the average employee that works behind their counters. Most of these people are grand, sociable individuals that do very well to maintain their sanity in the face of the overwhelmingly dysfunctional bureaucracy that prints out their payslips. Without wanting to get into an aggressive tirade, which I could easily choose to do considering I'm feeling a tad unstable as I type this, that company is bad.

I will explain my situation. Or rather, for the sake of legal worries, I will explain Tom's situation. Tom worked in a city branch of Xtra-Vision, part-time, for under two years. Inside that space of two years a large sign, advertising the shop's availability for lease, was placed above the door. Tom was uncomfortable with this and in no official sense was the issue addressed. Months passed. The store seemed to get more deserted by the day, especially after the Christmas period. The occasional customer would come to the counter and ask Tom what the large sign meant about the future. Tom, a pragmatist at heart but an optimist in the workplace, would feed the customers a white lie based on speculation he had overheard before starting with XV.

"Oh, sure I reckon they want to move to a more central location. Parking is difficult here. If we moved down the road to the main street business would pick up a little. I guess that's their long-term plan. I'm looking forward to it. Customers won't have to march up this hill anymore, sweat pouring off their backs, just to return a DVD."

The customers would smile and leave happily. Fears allayed. But Tom's weren't. As the year pushed on, the inevitable happened. Tom and his co-workers would joke about how artificial the company's face was, how they grin and bare it, when they're obviously in a lot of trouble.

"Ha! They'll pack up overnight and all that will remain will be a tumbleweed and an empty shop."

And that's pretty much what happened. It was announced that the company was basically fu...finished with it's smaller, less important branches, everything had to be packed up and that would be that. Tom felt a little sad. Sure, this wasn't his dream job but he was a shrewd saver and was able to live quite well off the twenty or so odd hours he'd do a week. He thought:

"Ah sure, I'll probably have to go on the dole for a couple of months before I can find something else."

He hadn't been on social welfare before and though he thought it was borderline pathetic, for an able-bodied man in his twenties to beg for bread, what had to be done had to be done. This is where the real troubles starts. The shop closed up, as was mentioned before I started rambling on about Tom's wrestles with the acceptance of socialist grain. Tom assumed, well that's that. Better grab the ID cards, gas bills and...oh wait, that bloody P45!

Rings the ex-manager. He tells him to ring H.R. H.R. mention something about a voluntary redundancy scheme. Ok, though Tom can't claim redundancy being there less than two years. Seems like an odd process for a guy that just wants to be released but if those are their methods, let it be done. Problem though. This horse manure won't be resolved until way after those seven working days in which you need to prove you don't work. Crikey, that's a bit of a ball...spheres. Guess he'd better ring someone and ask them for a simple letter of mutual termination, as the P45 won't be in the postbox for at least a month. Refusal. Flat-out refusal. H.R. guy:

"You were offered work in another branch and you refused it!!"

Tom urinated out of his rectum, only very briefly, as he heard this. Here was a human resources employee, the men of formality, systems and laws, telling him of a job offer that had not happened. Truth was, he knew about these hours. Seven hours a week in a branch further away, which was overstaffed besides. Tom, being a nice chap, took it for granted that another would need those hours. Leave it, don't be a pest. It was the right thing to do. The initial problem however, was that he only found out about this supposed job offer by accident. Baffled one day, he dizzily strolled to one of the branches to find out how he would acquire that P45 he cherised so much.

"Oh we have hours for you, Tom."

- "Hmm, that's strange. My workplace closed down a week ago. No-one contacted me."

So unless he hadn't been there by accident, he would never have heard of this. The image of Milton from Office Space, with his empty pay cheques, popped into his head. Now to get right up to date, Tom got back onto H.R. today and was barked at by some little pup who sounded like a something that rhymes with 'sick'. I've completely lost the point of what I was trying to say here. Long story short, not only can they not employee people anymore, they also won't let poor Tom out. Tom scratches his head. What did he do to deserve this. Did he say something out of place some day. Some little wisecrack that filtered down and was overheard by someone in upper management who took offence. Why are they pyschologically raping him? Yes, the hyenas are circling around the watering hole. Tom is a deadite. His stomach makes strange sounds now. Is that from nerves? Is it the starvation of surving on nothing but cigarettes, whiskey and cheap cans of tuna. I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore.

Sea Sharp · 07-06-2011 4:51pm

They're offering voluntary redundancy to people and closing down the stores that aren't profitable anymore.
Apparently rents, and contract leases on vacant premesis are what's effecting them.

previous user · 08-06-2011 1:28am

jimlingk wrote: »

Let me clear up a few things up for readers of this thread as I believe that a lot of what is stated here is contrived conjecture possibly posted by people still working within the company. The truth is that Xtra-Vision is a dark, suspicious business deep down. Their motives are puzzling. Now I'm not having a go at the average employee that works behind their counters. Most of these people are grand, sociable individuals that do very well to maintain their sanity in the face of the overwhelmingly dysfunctional bureaucracy that prints out their payslips. Without wanting to get into an aggressive tirade, which I could easily choose to do considering I'm feeling a tad unstable as I type this, that company is bad.

I will explain my situation. Or rather, for the sake of legal worries, I will explain Tom's situation. Tom worked in a city branch of Xtra-Vision, part-time, for under two years. Inside that space of two years a large sign, advertising the shop's availability for lease, was placed above the door. Tom was uncomfortable with this and in no official sense was the issue addressed. Months passed. The store seemed to get more deserted by the day, especially after the Christmas period. The occasional customer would come to the counter and ask Tom what the large sign meant about the future. Tom, a pragmatist at heart but an optimist in the workplace, would feed the customers a white lie based on speculation he had overheard before starting with XV.

"Oh, sure I reckon they want to move to a more central location. Parking is difficult here. If we moved down the road to the main street business would pick up a little. I guess that's their long-term plan. I'm looking forward to it. Customers won't have to march up this hill anymore, sweat pouring off their backs, just to return a DVD."

The customers would smile and leave happily. Fears allayed. But Tom's weren't. As the year pushed on, the inevitable happened. Tom and his co-workers would joke about how artificial the company's face was, how they grin and bare it, when they're obviously in a lot of trouble.

"Ha! They'll pack up overnight and all that will remain will be a tumbleweed and an empty shop."

And that's pretty much what happened. It was announced that the company was basically fu...finished with it's smaller, less important branches, everything had to be packed up and that would be that. Tom felt a little sad. Sure, this wasn't his dream job but he was a shrewd saver and was able to live quite well off the twenty or so odd hours he'd do a week. He thought:

"Ah sure, I'll probably have to go on the dole for a couple of months before I can find something else."

He hadn't been on social welfare before and though he thought it was borderline pathetic, for an able-bodied man in his twenties to beg for bread, what had to be done had to be done. This is where the real troubles starts. The shop closed up, as was mentioned before I started rambling on about Tom's wrestles with the acceptance of socialist grain. Tom assumed, well that's that. Better grab the ID cards, gas bills and...oh wait, that bloody P45!

Rings the ex-manager. He tells him to ring H.R. H.R. mention something about a voluntary redundancy scheme. Ok, though Tom can't claim redundancy being there less than two years. Seems like an odd process for a guy that just wants to be released but if those are their methods, let it be done. Problem though. This horse manure won't be resolved until way after those seven working days in which you need to prove you don't work. Crikey, that's a bit of a ball...spheres. Guess he'd better ring someone and ask them for a simple letter of mutual termination, as the P45 won't be in the postbox for at least a month. Refusal. Flat-out refusal. H.R. guy:

"You were offered work in another branch and you refused it!!"

Tom urinated out of his rectum, only very briefly, as he heard this. Here was a human resources employee, the men of formality, systems and laws, telling him of a job offer that had not happened. Truth was, he knew about these hours. Seven hours a week in a branch further away, which was overstaffed besides. Tom, being a nice chap, took it for granted that another would need those hours. Leave it, don't be a pest. It was the right thing to do. The initial problem however, was that he only found out about this supposed job offer by accident. Baffled one day, he dizzily strolled to one of the branches to find out how he would acquire that P45 he cherised so much.

"Oh we have hours for you, Tom."

- "Hmm, that's strange. My workplace closed down a week ago. No-one contacted me."

So unless he hadn't been there by accident, he would never have heard of this. The image of Milton from Office Space, with his empty pay cheques, popped into his head. Now to get right up to date, Tom got back onto H.R. today and was barked at by some little pup who sounded like a something that rhymes with 'sick'. I've completely lost the point of what I was trying to say here. Long story short, not only can they not employee people anymore, they also won't let poor Tom out. Tom scratches his head. What did he do to deserve this. Did he say something out of place some day. Some little wisecrack that filtered down and was overheard by someone in upper management who took offence. Why are they pyschologically raping him? Yes, the hyenas are circling around the watering hole. Tom is a deadite. His stomach makes strange sounds now. Is that from nerves? Is it the starvation of surving on nothing but cigarettes, whiskey and cheap cans of tuna. I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore.

If you can still only get a handful of hours in another xtra-vision, you can still claim the social, it's legal but you get means tested on the hours you work.

Overheal · 08-06-2011 2:26am

Sacramento wrote: »

I hope they don't close, I like to go to look at the new DVD releases section on the website to find out what to download.

Good ****ing god. I have been missing out on common sense opportunity!

Cocaine · 08-06-2011 2:31am

mikemac wrote: »

I remember back when we rented tapes every box threatened a 25p fine if you didn't rewind the tape ready for the next customer :eek:

Were tapes good quality video? Or worse than regular TV signal cable box?

Sea Sharp · 08-06-2011 2:42am

Cocaine wrote: »

Were tapes good quality video? Or worse than regular TV signal cable box?

Making us feel old

Here's some VHS quality:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ol9xxb8Ar6M

DjFlin · 08-06-2011 2:44am

I dont see why they dont invest in a streaming service, Netflix, Hulu and the others have all show us that they're not interested in Ireland, so its an entirely untapped market waiting for someone to take. The Xbox 360 and PS3 have their own streaming services, but thats about it as far as I know?

Hal Emmerich · 08-06-2011 4:30am

DjFlin wrote: »

I dont see why they dont invest in a streaming service, Netflix, Hulu and the others have all show us that they're not interested in Ireland, so its an entirely untapped market waiting for someone to take. The Xbox 360 and PS3 have their own streaming services, but thats about it as far as I know?

which is?

scoll · 08-06-2011 4:34am

Your grammar is atrocious. Please fix it before you do any more damage to the English language.

Hal Emmerich · 08-06-2011 4:38am

scoll wrote: »

Your grammar is atrocious. Please fix it before you do any more damage to the English language.

Who is that directed at?

Use the quote button......

hairy sailor · 08-06-2011 5:22am

New xtra vision opened in portarlington,laois a few months ago,usually a few in there at weekend's,not sure what it's like during the week,as a previous poster stated,they used to stay open till midnight a few years back,think they close at 10 now.

jd007 · 08-06-2011 5:48am

What an epic first post by jimlingk!

The end of xtravision?

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