Friday, August 19, 2011
10 Things I Hate About (Leaving) Zia Records
If Zia Record Exchange were a guy, it'd be safe to say that he and I were romantically involved for almost 3 years. Our relationship started out like any other: it was love at first sight for me but I didn't have the balls to put myself out there, and when I finally did show a little interest, he played hard-to-get and waited 3 months before calling me. Lucky for him, though, I wasn't seeing anyone else at the time, so we decided to give it a go. We've been in love ever since -sure, we've had our ups and downs and I'm sure we've both considered throwing in the towel at some point, yet we've always managed to work through it- but we broke up yesterday. He and I came to a mutual understanding that we both wanted to see other people while still remaining good friends, and there were no hard feelings. Zia's been there for me through the good times and bad; without Zia I never would've met my Prince Charming or known anything about Fantasy Football... Trust me when I say that my life is better off because of both.
So Zia, this one's for you, and if you're reading this blog, just know that the 3 years that we were together were the radass-est and I'll always hold a special place for you in my <3
1. I won't see Karl everyday anymore. Have you met that guy? The tall dude formerly known as "Legs" (don't ask) who runs the Sahara store has been like a mentor to me. Karl knows something about everything, even "Twilight," and even though he CHOOSES to like the Lakers, I hope I'm half as knowledgeable as he is when I'm old. 3 musical artists Karl's shared with me that I could not live without? Radiohead, Brandi Carlile, and Motley Crue. Thanks, Buddy.
2. Never again will I work an offsite event. Matador at 21 last year was hands-down THE coolest moment of my Zia career. I've had to work a lot of less-cool offsites to get to the Palms and meet Liz Phair, but chillin' in the Vegas heat for 10 hours and using a port-a-potty without toilet paper builds character. Never say "never;" there's always Coachella (hint-hint), and I'm holding out for the day Zak decides to take on a road partner.
3. I'm no longer a part of the VIP-Embarrassment-Free-Celebrity-Meet-N-Greet-Club. Working at Zia meant that I wasn't too old to own a special edition hardcover copy of "Twilight" when Jackson Rathbone (a.k.a. Jasper Hale!) came to my store to perform with his group, 100 Monkeys, because his autograph -made out to Jenna- was strictly a prize for the store's enter-to-win contest, and that picture I took with him was for Zia's website. Not my bedroom wall.
4. Sweet Zia t-shirts.
5. Ruling. So many customers come up to Zia staffers on a daily basis just to comment on how cool it must be to work at a record store. What are we supposed to say? "Naw man, listening to music all day and wearing sweet t-shirts that the company gives us for free is not all it's cracked up to be," pfffffffffft. How many people think YOU rule because of where you work???
6. The little things. I seriously mopped up puke annually. Someone threw chunks in the store once for every year that I worked there... it was like a rite of passage.
7. Passing down the New Release Wall. From the early days of handwriting the jukebox cards and cutting them out individually with scissors, to rearranging Kelly Rowland's cd next to Beyonce's because people would appreciate it, I love that wall. It's the little things, you know?
8. Perks. Early access to those super awesome Taking Back Sunday buttons. My 401K. Free veggie shmear for the bagel of my choice at inventory. It didn't get any better than that. Zia really does love you.
9. No more pizza parties.
10. Leaving my "family." I couldn't invent a better bunch of personalities than those I had the pleasure of working with at Sahara. Kaaaarl: I'm dusting my virtual trophy case right now for when my RainbowHulks dominate the league this year! Brent-Dawg: I remember Austin telling me how big of a teddybear you were when I first got hired and how I didn't believe him... but he was right. JJ: I guess you can rule the hardest now that I'm gone. Keep the Creed alive in your heart, dude! Xtini: Thank you for Glee. That's all I need to say. And please choose to turn my silver fox Anderson Cooper back! Shapoopoo: I knew you were my ride-or-die chick when you tried to beat up the bathroom attendant at HOB when we went to the Brand New concert! Keep the children in check ;) RIP Steve, Justin, Kris, Eddie, and Lu!
It's been real.
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