Day 1,211...

... of my employment at Rasputin Music San Lorenzo.

I'm writing from the comfort of my little brother's bedroom.

I'm also feeling very cold... perhaps it's the fact that my mom turned off the heater before she left this morning, or maybe it's because I rode my bike home in the pouring rain not realizing how bad the storm was, either way I'm very cold.

I guess the biggest thing on my mind (aside from wondering what terrible thing happend on my 666th day of employment: the guy that peed in my section when my replacement was late? One of my bffs transfering to the store in the meth capitol of northern California (and home of Pavement) ultimately destroying our friendship?) is how truly different working at a record store was compared to what I thought it would be like. That little short clip from Human Giant, High Fidelity, and Empire Records (gag) have been the biggest misrepresentation of what it is to be employed in line of work.

Here's something you wish you forgot!!!!!!!!

Gin Blossoms - Til I Hear It From You

Eat your heart our "Adult Contemporary!" You only exist because we didn't want our parents listening to the same stuff music as us!

(R.I.P.) Musicland, that little store in Haymont Village I never went to, and my faith in America's youth to keep me employed. (Thanks a lot My Chemical Romance exclusive download & AC/DC (I'm gonna say "Facis-Mart" (I don't wanna risk mentioning their real name on my blog or I might be put on a Government watch list)) exclusives.)

I guess this is just a rant... sooooo yeah. I hope you had a good laugh.

Sometimes You Gotta Keep it Gangsta...

...even in front of your kids.

Last night at work some kids (maybe 5 & 6) were yelling at their mom to buy something for them.
The mom replied with "I'm bout to hit you doo¹ !"

C'mon, seriously? Are you just ignorant, or are you trying to be a good parent be tough to your kids so they won't be pushed around when their older? I kinda think you're just ignorant.

Don't get me wrong. I never want kids, so I'm no one to judge this person.

The situation did, however, make me realize that the amount of shitty customers overwhelms the amount of good customers. I am so sick of our clientele accusing me of racism and asking for the same boring, over produced, strike-while-the-iron-is-hot garbage rap. I want to work somewhere where my knowledge can be put to use on a daily basis... I think it's time for a job hunt.



--c!

Come at me as crazy as you want...

...it's not gonna change the fact that this computer/scanner combo in between us says you're old c.d.s in perfect condition are worthless to the owner of my company. Remember folks... there's a ton of sting c.d.s out there... and over half of them are in the close-out section at my job, along with a million copies of, just about, every mixtape ever made.

Also if you bought it yesterday, why is it so scratched up!? And. where the hell is your receipt!?

Sanchizm! : Never shop for porno with your kids right next to you. I might get the idea that you're a horrible parent/really weird family.




Ay ay ay!

--c!

The Truest Blues Brought About By The Buy Counter...

Shortly after being hired at Rasputin Music I realized that working at a record store truly ruined one of my favourite past time of the last 14ish years... record shopping.

Everytime I walk into a record store and see something I want I can't help but think
"fuck would this be cheaper at work?"

On top of that I spend a shit load of time in a record store working... I dunno.

Maybe I should be a fireman.



--c!