Future Me & Workplace Torture

Wow, Future Me is now making an entrance into this blog.  8 years since my last post and my mind has not changed much.  I am still just as cynical and sarcastic as I was, or perhaps reading my old posts have ignited the flame within me again.  My current foul mood is partly caused by the incessant country music they are playing at my place of work.  It is truly scathing me to the bone.  Now normally, they play a bland mixture of sedated, vanilla pop music, rock, or other mainstream hits at least a few years old...which is fine....but recently they have dumped upon us extended marathon runs of country music.  I wouldn't mind....no, I would TOLERATE an occasional twangy, depression-inducing song of mid western sorrow here and there, but it seems the music variety has been choked out with someone's fine idea of workplace torture.

I can't hear the music very well from my desk, thankfully the speakers are isolated to the hallways and bathrooms.  However, when I last visited a porcelain-themed room, I could not bear the thought of spending an extended amount of time being subjected to a deluge of hillbilly noise.  I reached up and attempted to turn the knob of the intercom speaker and at least silence the room for the duration of my stay.  Unfortunately, the knob seemed to malfunction and the volume of the obnoxious, musical racket increased substantially.  The last thing I want is for some random reliever to walk in on me messing with the intercom system as if I am in charge or something.  I frantically attempted to adjust the volume, at least back to a normal level, which proved difficult given the knob's amusing state of malfunction.  Luckily I was able to return the volume to the original level of disgust before retreating defeated into a stall.

I may start wearing Depends undergarments at my desk to forego any future exposure of the intelligence vacuuming melodies.