My teen was a nervous wreck this weekend. She wanted to ‘practice’ the journey to the record shop where she will work this week. I’m quite proud of her actually. She got this work experience all by herself. Just went into the shop and asked. Her best mate is doing her work experience with Sir Paul McCartney but then the best mate’s mum works for Stella.
“They are going to expect me to know everything about music. Mum. Tell me everything you know about music.”
“Of course they aren’t going to expect that. They know you are only 15”.
“You are NOT coming in” she commanded.
“Of course not”.
“How was it?”
“It took me until 3pm to get up the courage to ask if I could go for lunch. I was told I could have an hour. Of course I was back in five minutes. I got a sandwich but my hands were so dirty I couldn’t eat it. So I’m starving.”
“Why were your hands so dirty?”
“The job they gave me, in the back room, was to sort out a huge pile of Cd’s, match the case to the Cd. They’d been laying around for a year. And I really wanted to go to the toilet but I was too nervous to ask if they had one. When I found it, the sink had no soap”.
“How were the people?”
“Well I was expecting ‘Hi-fidelity’. I got ‘Hi-fidelity’.(1) They are all men and they are quite fat. One of them asked me who Ernest Hemingway was. I thought he was joking but said ‘he’s a writer isn’t he?”. Turned out he really didn’t know. They only know about music.”
“Today a customer came in and asked for a record by the Rolling Stones before they were the Rolling Stones. The assistant didn’t know what they were called. The manager said he should be sacked. But I think it was a joke.” She pauses “He was surprised I like Morrissey.”
“What did they expect you to like? S Club 7?” I ask.
Then she sighed “I’m sick of listening to music. Had to listen to it for ten hours”.
She continued:”Groups send in their Cd’s hoping to get stocked. The manager spends every day listening to these Cd’s. He is always screaming. All day. Saying stuff like ‘These groups are shit. Why don’t they give up?’. He chucks their Cd’s in the bin after half a song. Then I hear him phone the group and say “I’m afraid your work isn’t right for us’.”