Having once been one, I will contest your point. You try listening to people tell you Cats is great music all day long, having idiots ask you for the (racial expletive deleted) music, and having to listen to the first Tracy Chapman album too many times, and so on. A soul-wrenching job. I didn't listen to music for a couple of years after I was fired. There's a story in and of itself, don't ask.

I will say, however, that the store I worked for was owned by Satan, and fortunately, he took his back a few years past.

The "major" (read: only big store to survive the purge) store here just declared bankruptcy. It was okay, except for the part where they refused to give a friend her job back after maternity leave. Haven't shopped there since.

We are blessed with an excellent small store, owned by a former co worker of mine. It's weird how many of my former co-workers at the record store still work at record stores, especially considering how few of them are left.