as David puts it, my cultured taste in music, here's a little tidbit about today at work.
(As a preface, you should know that my job - which I almost never do on this blog for good reason - involves processing deceased notification files.) :
I was banished to a training room today because, in my manager's opinion, I haven't been processing my files fast enough. So, like a dunce-capped kid in the corner, I tuckered away into my own world, click-clacking away furiously. It soon became clear that this would drive me insance. I snuck out of my detention cell and tapped my co-worker on the shoulder:
"Psst. Do you have any CDs?"
She let me flip through the wallet and I chose Tom Petty's Greatest Hits. I listened through once and repeated several of my faves (I think I played "You Got Lucky" and "The Waiting" four times each). But I wasn't done with my sentence yet, so I snuck out again and checked in with my dealer...
"Do you have anything stronger? I need something upbeat - something appropriate for working with dead people."
A smile crossed her face as she pulled out a homemade-mix disc.
"My daughter made this for my ride to work. It's to keep me awake and upbeat."
Cautiously optimistic, I took the CD.
The mix started innocuously enough. "Day-O" by Harry Belafonte always brings up good memories of Beetlejuice. Cue Shakira and Madonna's "True Blue" and this queer was in heaven.
And then it happened.
"Ev-ree-bah-day. Rock your bah-day..."
That's right, the CD took a left turn into a Backstreet Boys/Britney Spears/*NSYNC free-for-all. I resisted as best I could (still stinging from the embarassment of when I broke down and bought the "Bye, Bye, Bye" single). And then I gave in. The repeat function went on full boar. "It's Gonna Be Me" seemed to be my favorite. Out of the corner of my eye, I kept making sure nobody could hear or see me bouncing along. When my sentence was up, I gratefully returned the CD to my co-worker. Smiling, she said, "Did it work?" Actually, it had. I got done way more than I expected. I owe Mr. Timberlake and Co. for my productivity today.
Plus, the irony of "Bye, Bye, Bye" playing as I processed deceased files wasn't lost on me. :)
-J.
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5 comments:
Awesome; now that's culture for you.
I'm gonna guess that you didn't figure out my last post title though.
At one time, the files were alive? Or just the people associated with the files.
David - I didn't get that one until I looked it up. Too funny!
Jake - The people associated with the files. I process the initial reporting of their passing and hand off the data to the experts.
(And how come nobody told me I used like a million more commas than I needed to?!?!)
I think that N'SYNC sadly sang the soundtrack to my highschool career. That's all we used to listen back in the day. I still get a tear in my eye everytime "Tearin up My Heart" comes on.
Don't feel bad about liking N*SYNC... at least you don't own all of their albums... and all of Backstreet Boys... and all of Britney Spears... and Christina... Well, you get the idea.
No matter how cheesy this music is now 'perceived' to be... at one time it was the sh*t. It's just like people who all of the sudden don't like Michael Jackson... Whether he molested a whole peewee football team, he is still a great musician.
So listen to your teeny pop music loud and proud! I know you know how to do that ;-)
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