How do you co-own part time? Is that like being almost pregnant?

I work part-time at a shop that Zach's mom co-owns.

Okay i only have this one thing.
I used to work in & run my father's Record stores from the time I was 16 until i turned 23.
The one thing that almost every customer did in some way, shape, form, or fashion,when looking for Music or a song was this:

I'm looking for a song, I don't know who sings it( man,woman,or group) I don't know any words, I can't remember the beat , I don't know if its old or new , If it was made in th 50's, 60's 70's or'80's. But you know what song i'm taling about right!!!!


And I would always respond much to their dismay,
"How can I ,From your description you don't even know what song your looking for!"

Part I - The Music School

During high school and college I worked at a music school. I ran the office and also taught piano, guitar and recorder lessons.

One day, the proprietor, called me into a lesson room. He was "practicing" with another teacher's 16 year old female student, while her sister was in her lesson.

He asked me to play the piece on the piano that she was practicing. I sat on the piano bench next to her and started to play. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some unusual movement. The proprietor had lifted the girl's blouse and was fondling her breasts. She was frozen in place. So was I.

I finished the piece and bolted out of the room into my buddy, a guitar teacher's lesson room. I pulled him out and told him what happened. By this time, the "incident" was over.

My friend talked to the proprietor, quit and took every one of his students with him to his new studio.

This reminds me of how I saved my hockey team. You see, I was playing for the University B ice hockey team and we actually had quite a good team (we even beat the A team), but our biggest problem was attendance. We were ALWAYS short people, and it was killing us.

I started bringing 24 packs of beer and giving them out after the game, I didn't really charge I just took donations and was able to make my $30 investment last all season. but wow was it impressive how NOBODY missed a game anymore, something about sitting in the locker room drinking a cold one just made it too good to be missed.

Sorry, that was a bit off-topic but DEP's post just reminded me and I guess great minds think alike :)

To keep this post on-topic, I spent a summer working at a laundry factory in Scotland. My job consisted of feeding sheets into a bigass dryer, and I worked with 3 other students who were all great guys. The quota was 200 an hour, but all of us could easily do 500 we just usually spent half the time goofing off and would get about 200. Heather, our boss would come by and check how many we did every hour.

One day during lunch we were all just kind of bulls**tting, trying to convince Heather to come out to the bars with us that night since it was basically all of our last week of work. She did NOT want to go but we got her to say that if we could get 2000 sheets done in an hour then she would go. So all four of us worked on one guys machine for an hour, and worked our asses off too! When she came by to check our numbers, which we had no way of knowing, it turned out to be 2007! it was frickin hilarious to see her face when she saw that number, she had NO idea how it happened. we even had time to get everyone else a nice happy quota of 200, so it wasn't totally obvious what we did.

She kept her end of the bargain too, came out and even bought us a round. We ended up telling her how it happened, she found it quite hilarious.

I used to work in a record shop too and I've had that customer.

"I'm after a song. I don't know who it's by or what it's called. Do you have it?"

Took me less than three minutes to get it, and that included the the time to play her a snippet to make sure it was the right track.

It may reflect the shallow emptiness of my life, but that was one of my proudest moments.

It was this little pop gem, in case you're interested:

<a href='http://www.plime.com/redir.p?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKLnhlVM6rk' class='plime' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'><b>flash video</b></a>

The Music School - Part 2

First a little background about the music school proprietor. He lived 3 houses away from me and was my piano teacher from age 5 - 8. I didn't have a piano then, so I used to practice at his house. I always felt uncomfortable around him. Hated to practice, and by the time I was 8 I started getting "itchy" during my piano lessons at the studio. I switched to another teacher and my dear parents bought me my piano, which I still have. No more practicing at his house.

I started working after school at the studio when I was 14, running the office and teaching piano lessons. The proprietor, Mr. Ross, would try to touch me. I would hit him, he was very slight in build and about my size, and would threaten him by saying I would tell my father, who was NYPD Detective. He never tried again.

A few years later, I needed to give him a message while he was teaching a young boy, maybe 7 or so, a drum lesson. The boy was tapping rhythm on Mr. Ross's leg, and Mr. Ross moved his hand onto his crotch. I was horrified.

The little boy told one of his friends, a girl, about the incident. She told her mother, who proceeded to blackmail Mr. Ross. She wanted free guitar lessons and speakers for her electric guitar. Mr. Ross told me about this, told me where I could find cash for bail if he was arrested, and then I got to give this woman her free guitar lessons. He wasn't arrested for this incident.

I ran into him many years ago after the studio closed. He was still giving private lessons at students' homes. I still wish he got caught and punished for what he did to, who knows, how many kids.

A few years ago I told my mother about these incidents for the first time. She was so upset that she had trusted this man as a teacher.

I was an RA for 3 years during college and one of those years was at a 21+ dorm (yes alcohol was allowed but thats not relevant to this story).

There was this girl living there who had a verbally abusive boyfriend that lived off campus. He may have been physically abusive too but we had no way of knowing.

One day this girl came into one of the lounge areas bleeding from her wrists and asking for help. Thankfully she hadn't done a very good job of it and was patched up rather quickly at the hospital. It turned out that her boyfriend had been telling her what a waste of his time she was, she should just kill herself, etc etc, and I guess for a short time at least she bought into it.

We banned him from the hall and would call the cops every time he tried to sneak in. But she still said she loved him and would try and help him sneak in...

Interesting that three of us actually worked at music stores. I used to work at Music City, a local place when I was in 12th grade.

It is amazing how many people expect you to read their minds when they want an album. I never had much luck picking out what they were looking for except this one time.

EDIT: Damn youtube refuses to embed anymore...is this a new thing? Anyways here is a link to the one song I was able to guess.

I'm a smart ass.
"Is the passenger 22-64 years of age?"
"Yes, why? What happens at 65?"
Couldn't help it.
"At that point, unfortunately you would no longer be welcome on our aircraft."
She couldn't stop laughing. I don't think she heard me actually explain the concept of a senior discount.

I used to work as a pbx operator for a community college...
Now while I probably have 4 pages worth of idiot stories; this is one of the classics:

One time we got a call from a girl who needed the number to FIU (Florida International University.) We don't technically have to give this number out as it's a completely different school (think calling mcdonalds to ask for bk's #) but we do have one of their numbers on a list of local schools, no one really updates this list as it's pointless.

Coworker: miami dade kendall campus, this is xxxx; how may I direct your call? (and yes we had to say that long ass greeting or we'd get in trouble)
Girl: Hi, is this FIU?
Coworker: No, this MDC.
Girl: Well, give me their number.
Coworker: I have one number here, it says its ()*%#%$%$%
Girl: thanks bye.

2 minutes laters she calls back and I answer:

Me: MDC Kendall campus this is chez. How may I direct your call?
Girl: SOMEONE GAVE THE WRONG NUMBER!
me: excuse me?
Girl: give me the number to FIU!
me: ma'am this is miami dade college, we're not affiliated with FIU.
girl: someone there gave me the wrong number to them. GIVE ME THE RIGHT NUMBER!
me: ok ma'am let me check... the number we have here is ()*#()%%
girl: That's a wrong number!
me: it's the number we have.
girl: whatever b***h! *click*

5 seconds later

coworker: Mdc blah blah
girl: YOU HAVE A b***h IN YOUR OFFICE GIVING OUT THE WRONG NUMBER! PUT HER ON!
coworker laughs and passes her to my line -.- mind you i'm sitting right next to him. So I hold back from smacking him.
me: mdc blah blah
girl: LOOK b***h GIVE ME THE NUMBER NOW!
me: ma'am please refrain from using insults or I will have to disconnect you
girl: f**k--*I disconnect her*

she calls back (now mind you at this point we're just laughing at the psycho)

me: (in a sweet, cheery voice) MDC blah blah
girl: LOOK b***h I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, I'M GOING TO SMASH YOUR FACE WITH A BASEBALL BAT!
me: hahahahah f**k you c**trag, buhbye!

she kept calling so we decided to transfer her to different departments after that until she stopped.


Really... how hard is just dialing 411 or googling it? sheesh!


wow this is long; Sorry!

And did you report him?

Another call center story.


We kept got a few complaints from the employees about one of the guys who worked there, apparently he kept picking his nose and eating the boogers. Not even trying to hide it, just sort of facing everyone and digging away before popping them in his mouth.

We weren't really sure how to bring it up, and we all fought about who was going to tell him.

One of the supervisors tried the "rules" approach.

He walked up to the kid and said "Hey, there's no eating allowed in your booth."

So the kid said "I wasn't eating anything."

"Are you sure?" The sup asked. "Cause I kind of thought I saw you chewing on something."

"Nope," the kid sid, obviously not getting it.

Head hanging low, the supervisor returned to the back office feeling defeated. That's where I stepped in.

I walked up to the kid, busted him right as he was digging away in front of his horrified audience of fellow callers and I said; "You gotta stop picking your nose and eating your boogers in front of everyone like this. It's f**king disgusting."

He was shocked. His finger stilled in mid pick and his jaw dropped. I turned around and walked away, a awkward silence hanging in the air. Then the callers on the floor erupted into laughter and I glanced over my shoulder to the see the kid huddled in his cubicle and facing the screen.

We never had another complaint about him again.

I worked the special orders desk at a weatern wear catalog order place. We got lots of calls with people wanting unusual sizes, or items that we'd quit carrying a few years back, or just wanted specific measurements for regular stock. This was my job--track it down, measure the item, etc.

So it wasn't too unusual for someone to want to know the exact dimensions of a pair of jeans. I got the style and size she was looking for, and then said I would need her phone number so I could call her back after measuring. Instead, she starts in on how much she likes roomy jeans, and that the fit is really important. She's very pleasant, doesn't seem to be in a hurry, but still hasn't given me her name and number. After repeating the request the third time, I figure what the heck and just listen to her babble on.

And then she says "I have to buy roomy jeans because I just really like to sit around and fart in them. It's not as comfortable in tight jeans."

Oooookay....

There was also a guy who'd call in wanting information about high heeled lace up boots. He's ask all sorts of questions, really going in to detail, and then make some comment about having to replace his mom's pair of boots because he'd jizzed in them, broken them, stretched them out, etc. Just about every who worked there talked to him at one point or another.

In a sense yes. See my long story post a few posts below my original.

Sorry, I hope my call didnt offend! Hey Dont Judge ME!!!!

The least you could have done was actually bought a replacement pair.

OK, this is from when I was working at the library.

I was working circulation(which is the area you go to check out your books) one night and I had this customer, who was hot, approach me with an arm full of books. Nothing bad right? That is until I started noticing all the books he was taking out. "The History of Lucifer" "Satan's Biography" etc. etc. and he even had a few books on hold relating to this.

Then as I'm almost done checking all his books out he notices my dragon pendant and says "So you're a follower?" I was confused for a second and then said no. He then leans over the counter, grabbing my hand and says "If you want I can show you what a true god is."

I managed to pull my hand out from his and gave him all his books. He left and kept coming back to the library every so often asking to see me or when he did see me asking me if I wanted to expore the darkside with him. After a couple of more times I called security and he was no longer welcomed at the library.

I know, before you say it, why not report him sooner? Because do you guys realize how many nutcases go to the library? If I reported every single one of them we wouldn't have had any patrons!

I work on a voluntary phone line that's for people who are suicidal, in despair, or just need to talk to someone. I've some pretty horrific stories, of people in terrible situations, or states of mind, though I can't go into detail as we're confidential.

But we do get people using us as a sex line a LOT. We're not a free number, they still pay the price of a local call, so why they just don't go on the net or ring a proper sex line is beyond me. We are also not allowed hang up on people, unless they are abusive or "abusing the service", e.g, wanking down the phone (You'd be surprised how quickly you get used to that sound...). Even then, we have to give a warning first, and remind them that if they really need us, they can still call.

This means that some callers have found ways to make sure you can't hang up on them. They invent huge long stories or problems, usually sexual in nature, and will stick the emotional side of it, until they launch the "bomb" at the end of it. You soon recognise these callers, it's a sixth sense you gain after another guy (Or even some women) has tried a story only to ask you to ask him why the kids call him Long John.

So we listen, can't hang up, KNOWING where it's going. It's the only part of the job I hate. I understand that people have real sexual problems that lead to emotional despair or distress, and I will give everyone a chance. But it makes me cross that these callers, usually the same few people, can't be found and banned or that we can't get rid of them. We don't trace calls or anything, as we are totally confidential, but I wonder how many genuine callers can't get through when these idiots are on to us.

That sucks. As we are a toll free number, we get a lot of people who are panting into the phone as they talk to us. At least we get to hang up on them.