If you’re playing the home game, I love Bob Dylan.  Still.  God.  Why wasn’t I alive 1966 so I could relish in this moment:

At this point in the post, I will plug Scorcese’s No Direction Home. Buy it. But not at Best Buy #858 (annihilate!); we’re sold out.

Speaking of selling out, it’s time for me to start looking for jobs which involve submission of resumes printed on fancy cardstock.  I got this thought when I was doing cycle counts (read: counting video games) at work today.  As I was repeatedly counting through XBox titles, I got to thinking: “Wasn’t it..(1,2,3..) four months ago that I (4,5,6)…was creating integrated marketing campaigns? (8,9..)” I should be lucky to have a job(s) that I enjoy, but you can only hand over so many Ryan Cabrera* CDs before you violently yank one back, slap the customer across the face with it, and shout,

“Come to your senses! Why the fuck do you want this?! What is wrong with you? Let me show you where the Radiohead is. Trust me, pumpkin, you’ll thank me for this, your salvation.”

You’d think that [working at a radio station] + [working in a CD department] for over fifty hours a week would expand your musical horizons.  It hasn’t.  It has, in fact, fine-tuned my musical snobbery to the point of no return. I am learning that there is A LOT of shitty music out there, and hundreds of kids are funding it, every damn day.  I get this mental image of a tombstone that reads, RIP, Good Music, and everytime a Destiny’s Child CD is sold, a lawnmower fucking cracks it.

…During your typical Best Buy weekdays, the store is ridiculously slow.  This usually results in my striking up random conversations with customers with similar interests in order to evade boredom.  I saw a gentleman over by the Bruce Springsteen cds.  “If you like Springsteen, you’ll love this,” I gushed, bringing over the Storytellers DVD I’m still obsessing about.  There’s no one in my department, so I shoot the shit with him for a while.  Apparently too much.

“So?” The customer asks with a raised brow.

“So, you’re going to love it, I just know it.”  I could talk about The Boss’s performance of Thunder Road for days.

“So you want to go out Wednesday night?”

I responded with the most tactful, polite rejection I could muster, when I saw his face grow angry. “Oh. I thought you were flirting.” He puts down the DVD and storms toward the doors.

“Sorry sir. I just really like Bruce Springsteen.”

Jesus tap-dancing Christ.  Just doin’ my job.

*** Actually, the only thing that made my New-Release-Tuesday worthwhile was the fact that Ryan Cabrera was not selling at all. He was just the only recent example I could think of for the Musical-Tool-o’-the-Week.