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Music?
Once upon a time, I was an avid music lover. I spent high school and college singing with a few bands, attending every rock concert available, and blowing out the speakers of all my dad's cars. My parents yelled through my bedroom door to "turn that noise down" at least every hour for about six years. I once considered hiring a private detective to track down two hundred CDs that some jerk stole from my car. But my love of music died very recently. More specifically, in the last two and a half years, around the time I started working for my current employer. That was when I discovered that it was possible to hate a song so much that you could spend hours awake at night in an attempt to exorcize the infuriating tune and moronic lyrics from your head. The reason for my workplace torture is that one of my coworkers decided long ago that the office radio is her own personal domain. She is the only person allowed to touch the thing, regardless of the fact that she is not the one who actually owns it. And every day, from open to close, all we are subjected to is the so-called "hits" upchucked by KLLY95. This amounts to about seven lousy songs that are played ad nauseum, at least five times every single hour. And so our ears are assailed by such untalented individuals as Beyonce, Britney Spears, and some woman who can't seem to come up with a reason to finally write a love song for some unnamed guy. It really gets interesting when I am working with a preteen patient and her mother, trying desperately to keep up my contact lens monologue while the strains of "rolling 'round on me in between the sheets" plays in the background. It's very embarrassing. Before you ask, we have tried numerous times to either change the channel or turn the thing off altogether. No matter what we do, KLLY comes back like an evil spirit, ready to haunt us again. Someone kissed a girl who shoulda put a ring on it, and it's too late to apologize because it starts at your toes and goes to your nose...on, and on, and on. Talking to the radio queen is fruitless. She refuses to hear of it, even though even she complains about some of the crummy KLLY selections. We think we have figured out part of the reason why, though. It is really kind of a high-school-crush thing, involving her boyfriend...whose name is KELLY. So, do any of you great bloggers out there have a suggestion for those of us at my office who have begun humming show tunes to ourselves rather than listen to that inane radio anymore? And just so you know, I already suggested that Mr. Kelly change his name, hopefully prompting his girlfriend to change the radio station. However, I don't think he wants to be known hereafter as KRAB. 12 comments from 10 users
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posted by
theColorNine
on Jun 3, 2009 at 03:38 PM
Ghost -- This sounds so familiar, and I feel for you! I used to work in a very small office setting -- maybe 600 sqft -- and the office mgr/receptionist had the radio tuned to the same station every. single. day. Country music. Of which I am not a great fan. And SHE WOULD SING ALONG. <8-O I, too, got tired of hearing the same top 20 country songs about wimmin, drinkin', and hertaches over and over and over and over...
posted by
mrsearnhardt88
on Jun 3, 2009 at 11:26 AM
I feel your pain ghost. I get to listen to Savage and Hannity all afternoon thanks to my officemate. My work life is right out of Office Space. No joke. I want to throw that durn radio off the roof most days. When she is gone sometimes I change it to Jaz or Ralph just to ruffle her feathers a bit. He he! BTW- I used to work for KLLY...
Can I have my Swingline back??? posted by
ghostriter
on Jun 3, 2009 at 09:42 AM
AD: I am SO there!!! I will be visiting the local Radio Shack this weekend. witters: she is an employee, the receptionist. She has been here a while, though, and the boss does whatever is in his power to keep her whining to a minimum. The poor man only wants to retire, after all.... We are thinking of getting a family member to write an "anonymous" letter to the doc complaining of the aforementioned "rolling around between the sheets" music. posted by
witterpitters
on Jun 3, 2009 at 09:35 AM
Ghost: is the person with the klly fetish the owner of the business or just another employee? If only another employee, ask the "boss" about changing the station. Lord! that is why I always tried to get jobs that were a "one girl office" setting!!! Cows like easy listening! Dogs like country!!!! I like most anything that is not screaming at me, vulgar, profane, and/or rap!!!
posted by
catpaw
on Jun 3, 2009 at 09:15 AM
Originally, soft background music--so called "elevator music"--was intended to promote a relaxed atmosphere. Doesn't seem to be so these days. I've been put on hold and tortured with metal rock singing, I Want To Kill You. I worked in one office where the manager didn't allow any music. He felt it was a distraction. A lot of farmers pipe easy listening into the cow barn. They feel it relaxes the cows at milking time. If I were in your place, ghost, I'd bring a pair of wire cutters and snip the cord when nobody was looking and look shocked that anybody would do such a thing. In any case, a local radio station is the worst choice for background music. Too many commercials. posted by
sagefever
on Jun 3, 2009 at 09:02 AM
ghost ~ I feel for you. AD~ yeap....*that* is why I strive to be "good" because I could be very,very,very bad if I chose to...LOL Talk to the boss~ you have tried being reasonable with the co-worker.
posted by
ApolloDawn
on Jun 3, 2009 at 08:35 AM
When this person turns on the radio and hears Rush, tell her that KLLY has changed to a talk format, and see how far you can push the joke. ;) This devious usurper is just trying to lighten things up. :) posted by
bakoblue
on Jun 3, 2009 at 08:32 AM
Apollo --- beneath that soft, soulful exterior is a devious usurper trying to get out :o) I have got to keep that item in mind. Could come in handy for all kinds of music-related situations.
posted by
CatherineBaker
on Jun 3, 2009 at 08:21 AM
posted by
ApolloDawn
on Jun 3, 2009 at 08:13 AM
This is what you do, Ghost: Radio Shack sells devices that let you listen to CD players or other audio devices through an FM car radio. Get one of those, and tune it so that it emits its signal on the same frequency as KLLY. Plug it into the earphone jack of another radio, or some other player. It can either play something that said person doesn't like (would Rush Limbaugh work?), or it can play something that you do like. Hide the whole arrangement in a box next the radio, or inside a drawer directly underneath it, if possible. Then, when said person turns on KLLY, your sound is heard instead. :)
posted by
adampayne
on Jun 3, 2009 at 07:01 AM
Really great post, ghostriter! I would suggest your office subscribe to satellite radio. At least for the present time you would gain some diversity on the airwaves, instead of being subjected to today's Debby Boone clones. "You Light Up My ....." gag gag gag. posted by
CatherineBaker
on Jun 2, 2009 at 11:07 PM
LOL ghost! You should write a script for "The Office." In my old office my supervisor was the master and commander of the radio, and she insisted on listening to the soft rock station. There was a little more variety than KLLY, but we still heard the same songs over and over again. There was one song that I hated the first time I heard it and hated it even more with each successive teeth-grating, 15-minute rotation for the next 6 months: Five For Fighting's "100 Years." http://www.youtube.com/watc... They did another song about Superman (or someone did who sounded just like them) and that was another song that drove me crazy. The worst was the holidays, when I got burnt out on Christmas music by Dec 1 and was ready to strangle Mariah Carey after the 1,000th time I heard THIS song: http://www.youtube.com/watc.... It was, type to Mariah, answer phone calls to Mariah, get coffee to Mariah, file to Mariah, for weeks and weeks and weeks. One brief respite happened after I came up with a temporary solution: I played one song off my reggae CD for my supervisor, and she liked it, so I just played the whole thing, and she liked it, so we listened to that CD now and then for the next few weeks. It was nice. The CD was "50 First Dates," and the songs were well-known 80's songs redone reggae-style. Here's a compilation of some of the songs: http://www.youtube.com/watc.... It was very cool being in a strict, Sheriff's Dept office listening to supervisor-sanctioned reggae. LOL!
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