hell's jukebox

Drifting over from another desk is the sound of Whitney Houston warbling about how she "will alwaaaayyyssss LOVE UUUUUOOOOOOWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Why is it that the only music allowed in offices today is that canned piped-in top-40 shit of at least 10 years ago? I mean, what if everyone in the office was allowed a vote - [the Kraut looks over his shoulder at the people in the accounting department, most of them 40 year old women who are interpreting "business casual" to mean "suburban sloppy"] - OK scratch the voting idea. Voting is probably how we got in this mess in the beginning. How about a rotating musical dictatorship with term limits?

That way I won't have to listen to Phil Collins, Celine Dion and the worst dreck of the 80's (currently hearing "The Lady in Red" - where's my gun?) We might actually get a bit of variety in here. Which is ironic, because that's exactly what these radio stations claim to deliver...

Oh great, now it's Shania. Without the visual of her videos (a very LARGE compensating factor!) I realize how bad a singer she actually is...

My head is aching because my brain is attempting to cut off my auditory nerves from my central nervous system from the inside of my head without releasing any of that stored up Single Malt that should be sitting in my brain for just such an occasion.

The pain!

Oh, this is the jukebox in hell alright!