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Music Retail, Part 72

I got a call today from my former boss to interview at FYE. I said yes, just to see what kind of part time work they have available, and then after I got off the phone and thought about it some more, I started to feel very anxious and trapped.

January 11, 2007 at 6:01 pm 1 comment

Death of a Salesperson, Number 2 and 3


Here, here, and here.

Wrap-up forthcoming and more bees action soon, I promise.

December 26, 2006 at 7:36 pm Leave a comment

A New Column

tower phawker

Wow, so much to catch up on. For those of you who didn’t already know, Stupid & Crazy is Tower Records at Broad and Chestnut Street. And I’m blogging about its final daze here.

For those clicking over here from Phawker for the first time, you can read the S&C archive here.

I still have to finish catagorizing my posts, so a few of them still aren’t there yet.

December 11, 2006 at 2:18 pm Leave a comment

Work-Related Observations & Sightings


I’m going to ignore internet sociopaths from these past couple of days and return to form, talking about real life sociopaths instead.
A co-worker asking me where “da O’s are at.” We’ve been instructed to be encouraging and helpful. How do you encourage a bag of rocks? Any ideas?

Thin, weird, middle-aged smelly man pushing his belongings in a baby stroller, conducts imaginary symphonies while listening to headphones.

The Mall Walker, older gentleman who follows my co-worker around the store, bending her ear about anything and everything can’t take a hint.

The homeless and otherwise marginal customers seem to enjoy my new hairdo the most. One of them, we’ll call Mr Saturday Nite, or Rain Man. He listens to every set of headphones in the store and will yell, stomp and curse profusely when one of them is not working properly. No matter what he’s listening to, he sings along with Native American raindance chants. He usually looks right through me, which is the response I prefer. But the other night, he looked right at me and smiled, “Ohhh your hair is blond now!” I was afraid if I stared back too long I’d be turned into a Pillar of Crazy.

Velvet Underground’s “Sunday Morning” still makes me sad for some reason. The same kind of sad as Duran Duran’s “Save A Prayer for the Morning After” or The Left Banke’s “Walk Away Renee.” A different kind of sad from Eurythmics’ “Here Comes The Rain Again.” That’s got a specific memory.
Haven’t wished any one who writes or edits for a living to be without a job except for Andy Pemberton. He made Spin look like the retarded child of Blender and Vice. On his editor’s letter alone, he deserved to be smacked upside the head repeatedly. I like seeing new writers and new points of view but when these things are new and bad, I have to wonder if he just called everyone in his cell phone and said, “hey, wanna put out a magazine?” Especially the chick who did the two-page map of Philadelphia, coining it the next Williamsburg and never seemed to leave Old City. And can all magazines please put a moratorium on the floaty, disembodied head graphics?

Good riddance. The question is, can it get worse, and the scary thing is that the answer just might be yes.

Excuse the disjointedness of this post. I haven’t had a full night of sleep in about a week. And then last night, Andy the Boyfriend woke me up at 2:30 in the morning because he was locked out of his house and couldn’t wake his roomie so he called to crash here. I couldn’t be mad because of course he’d do the same for me, and much more. Of course, after the last week of July, we won’t have to worry about these sorts of things anymore.

June 2, 2006 at 6:37 pm Leave a comment

Diversity in the Workplace

Lately, they’ve been hiring people who can’t read, and you don’t exactly need to be a Harvard grad for this kind of reading, I would say kindergarten grad, tops. So since my bosses are doing away with worrying about actual people with basic skills to do my job, I’ve come up with some more suggestions:

–People with no arms

–The blind (since they would file better than some of our current employees)

–A head inside a jar

Let’s give back to the community!

May 25, 2006 at 11:02 pm 1 comment


The reading I did at the Kelly Writers House is now on the internerd. I still haven’t listened to my own CD-R because I hate the sound of my own voice. Enjoy!

March 5, 2006 at 3:25 pm 5 comments

Trying To Sing


PIERRE, S.D. – South Dakota lawmakers approved a ban on nearly all abortions Friday, setting up a deliberate frontal assault on Roe v. Wade at a time when some activists see the U.S. Supreme Court as more willing than ever to overturn the 33-year-old decision.

Republican Gov. Mike Rounds said he was inclined to sign the bill, which would make it a crime for doctors to perform an abortion unless it was necessary to save the woman’s life. The measure would make no exception in cases of rape or incest.

I’ve been depressed ever since I read this. What sort of mean-spirited person makes this kind of law in 2006 and why?

Not really related: last night I dreamt I was at karaoke and Jerk Jerkinelli was yelling out to me from the side, “Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaraaaaaaaaaaaah,” and bugging me like I was at work. I was like, “Dude, go away, I’m trying to sing.”

February 24, 2006 at 11:16 pm 1 comment

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