It's a down sort of day
It really is. And not just coz Michael Jackson died. Which, you know, is sad and all, but working in music retail, EVERY IDIOT IN THE WORLD WANTED A CD OR DVD OF HIS TODAY AND I HAD NONE TO GIVE THEM. And the thing is, some of them got shitty, too. Like, "He just died, how could you not have any of his stuff in?"
Like he was kind enough to give the buying/distributing and merchandising department warning before he had a massive coronary and died, just so the idiots who live around here can feel like they were true fans, which they AREN'T, because if they were, they would have bought the fucking CD while he was alive.
So, clearly I work in entertainment and photo retail. I'm surrounded by large televisions and various radios, stereos all day. Several people came into my store, and told me in incredibly superior tones, "I don't know if you heard, but Michael Jackson died today."
After which I gestured to the televisions, all of which were tuned to a news station running a reel of MJ.
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you knew."
The fuck?
So that made my day shitty. The downer part came later, when I realised that today is June 26. My friend in Cali shipped out to Afghanistan today. That kills me a little. I thought all my friends, Australian and American, were done being shipped into warzones for god knows what reason. He's got no idea how long his deployment is, and he doesn't know how long it'll be before he will be able to contact anyone. And that scares the shit out of me, because when it comes to other people I know and am rather fond of, I like to know everyone is OK and safe.
Benji, stay safe, and hurry home to San Diego. Call me when you get there and we can sing the chicken song.
Sorry about the massive bummer post.
Like he was kind enough to give the buying/distributing and merchandising department warning before he had a massive coronary and died, just so the idiots who live around here can feel like they were true fans, which they AREN'T, because if they were, they would have bought the fucking CD while he was alive.
So, clearly I work in entertainment and photo retail. I'm surrounded by large televisions and various radios, stereos all day. Several people came into my store, and told me in incredibly superior tones, "I don't know if you heard, but Michael Jackson died today."
After which I gestured to the televisions, all of which were tuned to a news station running a reel of MJ.
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you knew."
The fuck?
So that made my day shitty. The downer part came later, when I realised that today is June 26. My friend in Cali shipped out to Afghanistan today. That kills me a little. I thought all my friends, Australian and American, were done being shipped into warzones for god knows what reason. He's got no idea how long his deployment is, and he doesn't know how long it'll be before he will be able to contact anyone. And that scares the shit out of me, because when it comes to other people I know and am rather fond of, I like to know everyone is OK and safe.
Benji, stay safe, and hurry home to San Diego. Call me when you get there and we can sing the chicken song.
Sorry about the massive bummer post.