One Christmas in the mid-1990s, I managed the holiday-music section at a suburban Tower Records. The time went by in a blur — but if I could go back and give my teenage self some advice, I would say: Relax and Merry Christmas!
At 18, I was having a midlife crisis. Working the overnight shift at the supermarket for the extra dollar an hour gave me time to read all the newspapers and magazines we stocked. I was the best-informed person in town.
But I needed a cooler job — and what would be cooler than working at the coolest music store in the world? No, the Cambridge and Boston Towers weren’t hiring . . . but the Tower Records in suburban Burlington was hiring an administrative assistant.
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