So I left Guitar Center.
I walked in on a Friday, did my morning stuff, bought an Mbox, sent out a final email, and left my keys at the front counter.
Here's a copy of the final email. Some people got a kick out of it.
06-06-08
Subject: gobo is dead, long live gobo
The time has come. I'm no longer happy being here, nor do I feel like 'they' want me here. I'm leaving knowing that I've done my job to the best of my ability with the tools provided, and I'm not ashamed of anything.
There are way too many people to thank, but I have made friends here that I will keep for life. You know who you are.
For all the others, you'll reap what you sow. Karma dude….KARMA.
I've never worked at a place that has so many people leave because they "can't afford to work here anymore." Employees don't need more gear discounts and another networking tool; they need to be paid a living wage to support themselves and their families. Right now GC doesn't provide that for many people. But I'm sure the 'profits over people' way of doing business will continue until a real pioneer comes through and changes the frivolous way the aristocrats in management spend money (I'm sure the retreat will cost more money than my entire crew makes in a year…), but I guess that's the reason to climb the corporate ladder in a place like this.
Enjoy the reputation GC has garnered Marty and Maxx, you deserve it.
Finally, Peter, though you have helped me in my GC career more than a few times, you are also one of the most obnoxious and condescending people I have ever met. Remember, when you are not IN a Guitar Center, you're no longer PETER; you're just 'that jerk'. I hope that keeps you warm at night.
I'll see many of you out there in the real world, and if you need to find me you can pretty easily (although I might not answer the phone right away HAHAHAHA).
So long and thanks for all the fish…
Chris
PS- JAY GOMEL- Mark Terrizzi did terrible terrible things to a slice of pizza you ate in 2003. It was really funny.
So that's how I left my job. Essentially, GC is a villain.
The final straw for me was that I found out that our loss prevention guy with a personality like a vacuum was investigating me for a couple of amplifiers that went 'missing'. Let me start by saying I have never stolen from my job, nor would I allow any shady stuff to happen under my watch. I was the Operations manager and most of the time the only voice of authority. Besides, it ain't punk to steal shit, ok? There, I said it.
Anyways this guy was trying to blame me for a used Marshall 150H solid state head that I had cycled out in December 2007 b/c it was at Central Jersey Music Service with a terminal illness, needing a donor amp to be brought back to life. Also, a Line6 Flextone III amp that was cycled out while I was out on family leave in February or March. The thing about this is that these amps were at CJMS before I didn't steal them, and are still there after I didn't steal them.
For the record, I am more insulted that this guy would think I would even TOUCH either of those solidstate pieces of shit, let alone steal them. This guy obviously knows nothing about me or my collection of fine vintage amplification.
Things are much better now.
So now I don't work holidays. Nice. I will never count cables again. I will never use the term SHRINK again, unless I start seeing one.
Anyone need a charming recording engineer?
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