Wednesday, June 11, 2014

So I had this dream last night that my girlfriend and I were desperately trying to screw in this giant grotto style public pool type place, but we kept getting interrupted.  It was as if it had to get done or something bad was going to happen.  And at one point I looked down to see that I had way too much chest hair.  Truth be told, I'm a bit of a hairless mammal, so it was a little scary for me.

In other news, when I went to pick up my contacts today, I dropped into the record store across the street that I usually go to when I see the eye doctor.  They specialize in dance/house type music so their rock collection is very limited.  They play their shitty house music the whole time, and when I was done selecting my $13.10 worth of records, I found myself waiting at the register with no one to ring me up for a couple minutes.  So I peeked into the back room to find three employees hanging out and not working, and I had to interrupt them and ask if someone could actually do two minutes of work and ring up my purchase.

Yup.  That's what your typical record shop in Chicago is like.  They're snobs, they are way over staffed with guys doing nothing, and they suck.  When I did that job, I loved every single shift.  It was the best job in the world - listening to music all day and talking about it all day.  Real jobs are hard, and that's what they need to realize.  The record shop gig is fun and really, really easy, but you do have to staff one of the three guys to be not in the back room so that they can spot when a customer is trying to spend money in the shop.  That's one of the only rules.

Okay.  I gotta go spin my $13.10 of music that was well spent, even if the proprietors didn't make it easy for me to spend it.

6 comments:

Gorilla Bananas said...

Maybe people who don't give a shit about the customers project the right image in the job interview. You don't want someone keen and smiley in a record shop, right?

Jimmy Fungus said...

Lazy record shop a$$holes! I think it would be cool to go back in a time machine and work in a record store in the 70s or early 80s. These days there is too much weird music I can't stand.

Mr. Shife said...

Enjoy your tunes, Dr. Ken.

Kenneth Noisewater said...

Gorilla: A certain aloofness and snobbery is understood, but downright inefficient is no fun at all.

Jimmy: I like that used the dollar signs. Makes me want to buy some Too Short on vinyl.

Shife: Went with live Willie Nelson, a Doobie Brothers, and Aerosmith's "Rocks."

Mr. Shife said...

What is happening? Any luck with the public grotto sex yet?

Kenneth Noisewater said...

I don't think we ever got the deed done. And I didn't wake up with Alec Baldwin chest hair.