So far working third shift hasn't been too bad, but sometimes I really miss the second shift. I still have very much downtime, but the customers (when they do call) are more difficult. So are the techs that need to fix the problems because I have to page the on-call and wake them up so they are surly. But mostly, I thought third shift was going to be neato because now I wouldn't have to take the night off work if I wanted to go to a concert.
Yeah. That turned out great. A couple of weeks ago I went to see Primus with LCG and CEB. They had been gleefully referring to the event as RSPP with CEB and LCG! That was short form for Rocksnobs Primus Party with CEB and LCG! An oddball side effect of this site has been that CEB and LCG actually now call each other by those names in real life. They have also started abbreviating anything else they possibly can abbreviate which occasionally makes for difficult conversations, but it does spawn things like RSPP with CEB and LCG!
I had a problem with RSPP because it implied a misspelling. RS suggests that Rocksnobs is two words, and it is not. It isn't Rock snobs, nor is it Rock Snobs, nor is it RockSnobs. Capital R, small ocksnobs. Rocksnobs. But when I complained to LCG he said, "But it's so close to RSVP! Be sure to RSVP for RSPP with CEB and LCG!" Oh, fine. I can let it go this time.
Anyway, it's really disorienting to get out of bed knowing that you have to leave for a concert in an hour. LCG kept calling me and hassling me when I was not fully awake. "Can you be at my house by seven?" "Noooooo." "Okay! I'll come pick you up!" "Thank yooooou." It's a good thing too because I didn't anticipate getting so sweaty. Yeah, concert in June, I should have known. At least I got to go home and change. I never would have made it through work in the same clothes. So it turned out okay, but RSPP was also the day that Contraband by Velvet Revolver came out and I didn't have a chance to buy it. I went straight from home to the show then back home and off to work.
I don't know what I did Wednesday, maybe slept late? I don't know, but I didn't end up with Contraband. Thursday night LCG asked if I wanted to go to the record store before work. Did I! There might be a record I want to buy! A chance like this only comes along once or twice a week! I better seize the day! (Well, the evening.) I met LCG at the CD store and then we went over to the LP store. When we walked in the very first thing I saw on the new LP rack was Morrissey! Morrissey, how are you? Looking fabulous I see. I gasped right as LCG saw it and he said, "Well look at that!" or something similarly cheerful and I ran over and grabbed it off the rack to look at the back cover. And then the record store guy said something confusing.
RSG: I knew you guys were going to make fun of that.
We both turned to gape at him.
Me: I love Morrissey!
LCG: She does love her some Morrissey.
RSG: Really? As soon as we put it up there I thought sure you guys would come in and laugh at it.
To give the record store guy the benefit of the doubt, I will point out that for the past year we have been going in there prattling on about Iron Maiden. I don't know if he remembers the pre-Maiden days so I think he might file us exclusively in the double axe attack fan category.
During the Morrissey exchange LCG was scanning the new LPs and seemed to be looking for something.
Me: What are you doing?
LCG: Looking!
Me: For what?
LCG: Your record!
Me: What record?
LCG: (to different employee) Where is it?
DE: Where is what?
LCG: The Velvet Revolver record! You told me you had it!
DE: I said we had it. I didn't say we have it now.
Hee! Good one. Although she did add that they would have more arriving at some point. Then I realized that as I was snoozing away that week, LCG was hassling our local store employees, hunting down a copy of the Velvet Revolver LP for me. That is so bitchen! I am perfectly capable of finding it on my own but being overly helpful is one of his great hobbies.
Since they didn't have it I didn't even bother with the used LPs, we just got a pizza and went off to watch the Aqua Teen Hunger Force. I don't normally skip the used LPs, but I usually don't go there for something specific. I just go to see what there is to see. And since they didn't have Velvet Revolver I was ready to give up early that day.
I didn't do any weekend shopping but last Tuesday afternoon I called LCG when I woke up. I should really learn to wait fifteen minutes before dialing that phone because when I wake up I'm like a less articulate Butthead.
LCG: Look who's awake!
Me: Um. Yeah. I guess.
LCG: I ordered your record today!
Me: What record?
LCG: Velvet Revolver!
Me: But...um. Okay.
LCG: It should be here in two days!
Me: Uhhhhh. I just found out it's a double LP. I don't really need it.
LCG: Shut up, you do too.
Me: It's going to cost a fortune.
LCG: Oh, hush. Call me back when you are actually awake.
Two days later I kept on getting woken up by the construction-type ruckus outside my window so I called LCG somewhere around noon.
LCG: Why aren't you asleep?
Me: Did I mention the jackhammering?
LCG: Oh. The (name of store where I don't like to shop because while they have an excellent selection and knowledgeable employees, those employees are all pretentious indie rock stereotypes with chips on their shoulders. Plus the excellent selection is only in the CD section. The LP choices blow.) called and your record is in!
Me: I don't want to buy it from them. I want to buy it from Mr. E!
LCG: Oh, you know it'll be forty dollars at his store.
Me: It's that expensive?! I don't want it.
LCG: You know he'd pull the old foreign press on you.
Me: But Mr. E!
LCG: Yeah. Go to sleep. I'm going to get your record. Call me later.
So I finally got up and went over to LCG's house. Not only did he have my record, the price tag read $15.99. Not bad for a double LP! After all the effort (made by LCG when I was asleep) I finally had the Velvet Revolver album and I rushed home to listen. It's pretty good.