When you come across the word "Supersonic" what immediately comes to mind? Sports cars with jet engines attached? A drive thru Sonic where everyone is on rollerblades? Wait, even better: A drive thru Sonic where you receive your food in one of those cylndrical tubes that you use for bank transactions (Super!).
I just got a job at a place called Supersonic, and it's actually not like that. It's more along the lines of a music shop with a garage type of ambience to it. Perhaps not the place my collegiate colleagues would have voted me most likely to work at, but I find it to be an interesting place. At Supersonic, we sell guitar cables. Loads of them! Some of them are black; some of them are the color or Skittles. The walls of the music shop are choca-block full of musical gear. Everything from harmonica holders to sleek triangular Jackson guitars. We carry drum sticks with shock absorbers in them, and cymbals that are arranged and displayed to look like Chinese Christmas trees.
So if you're in the Topeka area, stop on by Supersonic! Jam a bit; chat a bit, and check out the garage for yourself!
1 comment:
This one is funny, but I do like October's Live Hard essay, which I hadn't read until today. Me too; I just call it Passion for Life. Your motto sounds more like an adventure/thriller where you could maybe use a sidekick dog. Don't worry- one is not on my list for you!
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