GETTING MORE TALE #553: Jesus’ Lyric
Many record store employees drink. Record store people are just people, and some people drink. And some drink, a lot. I was never much of a drinker, not until I moved in with T-Rev in ’98. Then I caught up pretty quickly (Captain Morgan’s and Coke, not beer), but I still couldn’t compete with those guys. (In fact, I still remember when I went out for my 30th birthday. I was accused by the Operations Manager/Bully of “faking” that I was drunk. I’m a light weight, and she was just a meany.)
Like me, some of the younger folks, they just couldn’t pace themselves. The difference is they’d be drinking while having to open the store the following morning. A lot of them would be out partying, and then we’d get the inevitable phone call the next morning. “I’m sick. Can you cover for me today?” It happened more than once, not naming names.
One guy, who helped me set up the first store that I managed, came into work hungover so many damn times. The first time, I had to send him home. He was absolutely useless. He was actually trying to work with his head down touching the counter. He was slowing me down, so I sent him home and somebody else came in.
The same guy came in hungover one Saturday morning, later on, after we opened. He had his head down on the counter when a customer approached him. He raised his head.
The hungover employee stumbled over to the computer.
“It’s a movie soundtrack,” clarified the customer, seeing Mr. Hangover was struggling.
“No. We don’t have it.”
The customer asked him to check to see if one of our other stores had it, so he picked up the phone. The customer went back to browsing while Mr. Hangover was making the call. We only had three stores at the time. One of them had Jason’s Lyric used on CD!
Mr. Hangover then walked out onto the floor to tell the customer about the CD. Only problem: he didn’t remember who asked. Or the exact name of the CD he asked for. So Mr. Hangover approached somebody who looked right.
Walking up to the unsuspecting stranger he said, “Hey man. They got your Jesus’ Lyric over there.”
“They got your Jesus’ Lyric soundtrack CD at the other store that you asked for.”
Overhearing this, the correct customer identified himself, and things got sorted. No big surprise ending here: Mr. Hangover was let go soon after!