Dear douchebag who works at a certain CD store on Barrington (not the one beside Pogue Fado):
I was in your store last night looking to buy some local music to support our wonderful local music scene. Not only did you respond to my request for information without so much as looking up from what I assume was the animal porn you were watching on your monitor, but after I followed your uninspired, assholish instructions and could not find what I was looking for – something you said was in stock – I again asked and you responded with “Well, I guess we don’t have it.” Here’s the deal. Just because your life sucks hole and you are stuck in a dead end job with no possible road out, doesn’t mean you can’t suck it up and look at the bright side. Dude, you work in a CD store – take advantage, it could be much, much worse – embrace it, love it and for Jesus sake HELP PEOPLE WHEN THEY NEED IT! I hope that your manager comes to the realization soon that you are costing him business and cans your sorry ass. I had three CDs in hand ready to buy and promptly dropped them – you may remember… I was that guy who thanked you for “All your fucking help.” You truly suck at life, not just selling CDs.
FYI – I left and went to HMV where the staff was more than willing to take time to do what they are being paid to do – help me find what I am looking for. I left after spending just shy of $140. Suck on that dickhead.
This article appears in Mar 6-12, 2008.
Music snobs. The only thing more irritating than someone who thinks they ‘have better taste in music than everyone else’ , is when these dill-holes work at the actual music store. I just keep picturing Jack Black’s character, Barry in High Fidelity. Priceless..it makes me want to buy a Britney Spears box set just to see the look on the guy’s face.
HMV on SGR! Great service and very helpful.
I remember a guy asking for something local, a band I have never heard before. I looked in the computer (which isn’t connected to the internet, incidentally) I couldn’t find the copies it said we had in the local section, the used rock or in the overstock. I apologized and said we didn’t have it. Then the guy left. His exit remark was unheard.I don’t know what he’s so mad about and why he wrote such a mean spirited and vindictive note about someone he knows nothing about.Even before I read the accompanying comments I thought that people would see High Fidelity and assume that all record store clerks are judgmental assholes. Sorry to disappoint. I made no comment on his taste in music. As I said, I don’t know the band. I really like my life. Great wife, great new house and I’ll miss the job and coworkers when I graduate and have to leave.