Ugh, keep away.

February 17th, 2016

The T shirt says it all, really.

Unlike most of the posts I've written while at work, I waited on this one until everyone else had, for the most part, fled the building. I know I usually gibber at all one of you when I'm seething in the midst of my first break, but I thought I'd wait until my third today. This because a) I only get one of these once I'm on overtime, and b) because there's less ruckus around me.

Aside from that issuing forth from my Nexus 5, anyhow.

I'm weird, I suppose, in that loud, angry music puts me in my happy place. Or, failing that, a happier one, at least. If you're looking for something that will fill me with rage, play some country around me. Or just fire up a musical in your media player of choice. Or, if you really want to play with fire try some Christian songs, which is basically prayers looped on top of sad, soulless garbage.

But I'm doing all right currently, since nobody's here.

I am dreading the near future here at work, because my boss's boss wants to condense all of our 'team' into one third of the second floor, as opposed to keeping us spread out as we currently are. While I acknowledge that this would be more efficient overall, the sad truth is that I don't have to hear most everyone else, or their crummy radio static, as things currently sit.

After all, I hate these idiots even when they're quiet.

But I'm just one instance of somebody playing their right wing hate radio near my bench away from hauling my sorry carcass over to Best Buy ™ and purchasing the biggest, loudest boom box they'll sell me. And though I usually spare others my ruckus while I'm grinding away on something or other here, I'll gladly drown out everyone else's music, conversations, or even thought if I must.

If this means HR takes everyone's radios away, so be it.

firebomb@obnoxiousjerk.com