All day long depending on arrival times, each of us would take turns picking out music and flipping our own records. Each us us then became quipped with a set of local powered speakers in order to control our own volumes independently. We routed the output into this crazy Telex Brain that we than distributed cabling out to each individual workstation. With us we brought a record player, with enough vinyl to exist for days on end without repeat. Imagine if you will 5 or 6 phones in a constant ebb and flow of ringing and answering, ensconced in a dressed down "silence is golden" work environment. During one of the many "reorganizations" that have become popular in todays fast-changing administrative sector found a group of us dropped down in the middle of a grey-walled cubicle jungle. Once upon a time I worked in a Call Center at a local University. I'll close by saying that: it's the people (real or pixelated) who help you through this life. I chalk it up as one of the only ways I was able to survive that time of my life, the other relevant ingredient to that was the camaraderie of good friends. I took to carrying a roll of quarters around with me, and in that way I was always guaranteed time to myself when things got too hairy. My only escape from the swarming teenage emotions was the upright Ms. The drama ran deep most nights, as cliques formed in an instant and were dissolved just as fast. This became a lightning rod for all sorts of outcasts and all-aged shenanigans, and could often be found populated by a beautiful mess of characters from disparate locations in the area. Towards the end of High School there emerged a scene of sorts centered around an all night establishment called "The World Zoo" and located "Midway" between the Twin Cities of Minnesota. For those of you adventurous enough to peel back the dermis on my video game addled upbringing, read on for a fascinating peek behind the curtain.
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