I used to work for the guy who owned Rasputin's (and Blondies, and a t-shirt store, and maybe something else) and I might go with Amazon over that piece of shit. Record stores, at least back then, 1989, god, ok, he could have changed since them but! Record store jobs were probably like bookstore jobs, so many people want to work in them you can fuck them over all kinds of ways. He also had some shady business dealing and was just scummy. He wanted me to come to work day after the Loma Prieta. When they told everyone to stay home. I then went to work at Copymat, where they tried to poison us by painting the unventilated place at night while we worked there during the day with *oil* paint. I got Cal-Osha on them. Then I went back to being a landscaper, my back was better, thank god.