Got in early, performed all the functions necessary to open up the store, had 38 seconds before I was obligated to unlock the doors to the thirsty, pain killing starved public, so I sat and thought.
The piped in music was playing as I did so. The music is continuously interrupted with commercials. I want to explode every time an Allman Brothers song or good blues song gets interrupted by crass, misleading commercialism.
Anyway, the music will stop and there will be a moment of silence before the hard sell begins.
As I sat there, the music stopped and during the silence I had a Big Brother moment. Expected a voice to come over the speakers - "Hey Joe - we are watching you - get up - straighten out that shelf - grab a case of Apothic Red, we think there is room for twelve bottles. Sweep the floor and replenish the toilet paper."
This is not so far fetched. This is an organization that is so controlling that, even though $100,000 of wine has gone missing, even though the three top guys were busted for using business vehicles for personal reasons, even though there have been numerous other scandals involving top guys, even though the entire organization is currently under legislative investigation for numerous questionable business practices and unfair treatment of employees, this is an organization that recently circulated a memo discouraging employees from gossiping because it can be detrimental to the atmosphere of the stores.
This is not my beautiful job. This is not my beautiful career. Well, how did I get here?
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