I worked at a Rainbow Records in the 90's, after graduating with a useless BA degree in Business, and recovering from a nervous breakdown. Rainbow records was

I worked at a Rainbow Records in the 90's, after graduating with a useless BA degree in Business, and recovering from a nervous breakdown. Rainbow records was not nearly as big as Tower Records, but big for the Bay Area. I saw the writing on the wall. This was slightly before Napster, and downloading. Cd's were a big deal. The business just seemed destined to close. I look back, and it was one of my better jobs. It only paid minimum wage, but the people, and friendships I cultivated were priceless. There was one employee who gave me a bad time, but I still liked her. She would berate me, in a joking manner, but I honestly didn't care. I missed her on her days off. She used to remember holidays, and buy employees gift baskets/little gifts. I was always the last person she would give a gift to, and it was always the same verbs banter. Me, "Now I know you don't want to give me this? Her, "Well, I couldn't just leave you out?". She would walk away, with that punk rock hair, look back at me, and say, "Stop looking at my ass." Me, "Sorry, but you just have good genes--meaning I like your denim--Levis? She would laugh, and think about a come back. I really hope she's happy now- I look back, and don't know what could have saved that store. I couldn't imagine opening any store these days, especially around here. (I do like the idea of a nonprofit business model for used record stores, and book stores. I think there's a few nostalgic guys who might donate a store to the right group of people? I would--if I was a landlord.)