Once upon a time, I worked at a record store. Okay, scratch that - once upon a time, I worked at a few record stores sequentially. My early career trajectory was pretty sad, as it led from fast food chicken stand to a few barista jobs to a few record store jobs. I can now say, without apparent prejudice*, that working for Virgin was the high point of my record store goon experience. Every day was a hard retail day of slinging the goods, but we were well-informed, the management was fair and just, and we got to listen to decent music, and occasionally (on two occasions) I got to lose significant quantities of brain cells by sticking around while the floors were re-varnished. Let's just say that the closing shift called for individuals with a unique lifestyle and attitude, and overall we stuck together. Looking back on my experience there, a few things stick out - first of all, having a sedentary job now (one where I sit at a desk and stare at a computer for most of the day) is awful...