Radio Ga-Ga

[thessalian]

Anyone remember my last job? When we had the radio that seemed damn near continuously set to Heart 106.2? And I was usually on the verge of unplugging it and jamming it down someone's throat?

Well, someone out in the open-plan office bit has brought in a radio. Guess what station they're playing. Go on; guess.

I need a radio of my own. Or a door to my office. Or a shotgun.

Comments

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Are you allowed to listen to internet radio?

[kixie.livejournal.com]

*seeth*

One of the offices I worked in had only one radio. With very bad transmission. It was stuck on some easy listening station that made Heart 102.6 sound like hardcore thrash metal.
Every other word in every single song was "baby".
*shudder*

There's nothing to wake you up in the morning like a fresh feeling of PSYCHOTIC HOMIDICAL RAGE washing over you.

My dad listens to 102.6.
Jono is retarded.
His music taste is retarded.
It's often very hard not to kick the fucking radio out to STOP TO NOISE.

I mean, how many times can one listen to "How Will I Live" before they want to just put a gun to someones head?
Answer: 1.

[nadriel.livejournal.com]

I favour option 3. But I'm feeling a little misanthropic this morning...

[nitebytes.livejournal.com]

Shutguns are good, although these days you need a licence.
Might I recommend the humble crossbow (no licence required) :-p