Stick around and maybe we'll put one down.

One morning we found ourselves without an industry. My kind, in a way, extinct. I enjoyed selling records. At the end, I was working at the largest indie distributor in the country, pimping no less than 50 if the hippest labels. Free shows, free booze, expense reports written on the reverse of cocktail napkins. Now, more than seven years later, I miss it daily. The best job I think will ever have, and it was gone before I turned thirty. The job situation since, until recently has been miserable. In July I landed a great gig, manufacturing company, busy as hell and insulated from the shitty economy. Suddenly I don't dread going to work, not even on Mondays. Then, last week, warning lights were literally flashing down in Quality Control and all of this once again seems appropriate. The gray though, thats got to go.

edit: I think I like the gray.