the building i work in strives to be very professional. the man and his amazonian daughter that run it would certainly love it if you would come and rent some of the clearly-overpriced, however emmaculately decorated, space that my employer vacated last winter when we morphed into this company that required a third of the building seemingly overnight.

one of the benefits (or losses, i suppose if you look at it that way) of maintaining our own, seperate space as opposed to the prior arrangement of sharing space with others is that we lost the piped-in, sattelite-fed, commercial-free musak we had all day. now the only time i hear it is when i happen to visit the loo. which is why i’m suddenly reminded that this is a perk i can easily do without.

because quite frankly i can go a few millenia without having to hear songs like ‘raindrops keep falling on my head’ and ‘secret agent man’ and ‘leavin’ on a jet plane’ and ‘you can’t hurry love’…. it’s all so sacchrine. reminds me of being a kid and listening to whatever mom was playing on the radio (i grew up in a one-station town) and being able to sing along; not because i wanted to, but because they seemingly had a catalogue of approximately 20 songs, which they played every day.

aaaaahhhh…… much happier here at my desk with my ever-growing list of will-play-less-than-once-a-day songs, current number of songs: 524