I was looking around for Knoxville blogs and came across this post. It was just too damn perfect not to share. All you locals can relate:

So one of my bitches (yeah Allison I’m talking about you) moved with her hubs to Los Angeles so as to cozy a little closer to what the Pacific Coast has to offer. The first time I spoke to her after the big move, she was telling me how a vast majority of the working class in LA have no work ethic at all. Everyone is working at Starbucks until they get their big break, or working at the call center until they get their “show.” Nobody just worked anywhere because they liked it or because they liked dealing with the public or because they might learn a little something about life and happiness after putting in a day’s hard work. Thus jobs are disposable and I have to imagine that customer service and morale in general are rock bottom there. I thought about it a lot and thought about how I have been at the same job for 2 years. I hate it but can find some merit in what I do. I don’t love my job, but I like it and I love my co-workers. It is hard to imagine leaving and even harder for me to imagine how a person could go into an employment situation thinking that in one week they might quit. I simply could not understand or imagine life in LA. That all changed Sunday…  

My boyfriend and I took a trip to our local used book warehouse, McKay’s bookstore, to find some literature. We of course found the perfect books at the perfect price ($2 yo) and headed to the cashier to pay. Lo and behold, within 20 seconds I was transported from Knoxville, Tennessee to Los Angeles, California. I was faced with the whiniest, rudest bunch of wanna-be artist, writers, actors, comedians, musicians and maybe even some trapeze artists who would obviously rather sit around and seem self-important than do their job and check me and my $2 book out. Checking out at this store is like taking a much-needed crap, it starts uncomfortbly gets down-right painful but is such a relief when it is over. You take the book up to the counter, the cashier (usually wearing some variety of either leather or flannel and smelling a bit more than faintly of cigarette smoke and patcholi) looks at your selections with a critical eye and most likely makes a scoffing sound. If you’re really constipated for a bad experience, they will even make comment on your selection.For example, I once bought a Radiohead Cd and I was informed, “…understanding their music is something that so few lucky souls can do.” The cashier than asked me if I felt lucky then smirked, “ Didn’t think so…” Once I ventured to buy North by Northwest on DVD and was informed that DVD’s were the bastardization of the movie culture and this particularly surly salesperson bets that I also prefer CDs to vinyl.

All I have to say for ye employees of Mckay’s, be ye sick or weary of the working world, WE ALL HAVE TO HAVE REAL JOBS! You are in Knoxville and will probably never have a recording contract or a movie deal or an exhibit and you will probably never be able to support yourself with your art. Don’t stop trying, for goodness sake, but do stop acting like I am the bitch that is making you work at McKay’s instead of writing your best seller. And if checking me out makes you that unhappy…GET ANOTHER JOB!

Or just move to LA….they will love you there