The final day of hell at the office, (for this round, anyway.) Today's janitor's cell-phone-full-volume blasted selections included:
Alicia Keys - "No One" (which played at least five times)
Martina McBride - "I Love You"
Taylor Swift - "Fifteen"
Douglas Adams adequately described my feelings toward our employee and her infernal device.
Quote:
"You Pinstripe barbarians, I’ll sue the council for every penny it’s got! I’ll have you hung and drawn and quartered…a - and whipped and boiled… and then I’ll chop you up into little bits! Until… until... until you’ve had enough!
And Then I’ll do it some more. And when I’ve finished I’ll take all the little bits and I’ll… I’ll - I’ll jump on them! And I’ll carry on jumping on them until I get blisters... or I can think of something even more unpleasant to do!"
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Need a transitional track. Something to bridge the insipid formulaic twaddle to the inspiring and novel.
This'll do.