Friday, June 04, 2004
Yes. I'm Going to Hurt Somebody.
There's been a horrible occurrence at work, repeating itself daily for the last few weeks. Every day, after lunch, for at least three weeks now, a co-worker in a cubicle near mine has listened to an endless, instrumental harpischord rendition of "Do You Know Where You're Going To? (Theme from Mahogany)". It's playing right now, and it probably will be playing until after I leave this afternoon. I have absolutely no idea where it's coming from, and all attempts to find that out have been fruitless. At first I assumed it was coming from Martha's cube; it just makes sense that a kindly, mid-60's black woman would want to listen to something like that. But Martha was on vacation all last week, and still I heard the song, every day, clunking away into infinity. At first I kind of liked hearing it, to be truthful; it was soothing and peaceful and made me relax just a tiny bit. And most of the time it's not an issue, as I generally have headphones on while working. But at times when I do not feel like listening to anything, or that day last week when I forgot to bring my headphones with me, and just whenever I wind up having to hear it at all, it is wildly irritating, and another tiny reason why I wish I could have just stayed in bed all day.
There's been a horrible occurrence at work, repeating itself daily for the last few weeks. Every day, after lunch, for at least three weeks now, a co-worker in a cubicle near mine has listened to an endless, instrumental harpischord rendition of "Do You Know Where You're Going To? (Theme from Mahogany)". It's playing right now, and it probably will be playing until after I leave this afternoon. I have absolutely no idea where it's coming from, and all attempts to find that out have been fruitless. At first I assumed it was coming from Martha's cube; it just makes sense that a kindly, mid-60's black woman would want to listen to something like that. But Martha was on vacation all last week, and still I heard the song, every day, clunking away into infinity. At first I kind of liked hearing it, to be truthful; it was soothing and peaceful and made me relax just a tiny bit. And most of the time it's not an issue, as I generally have headphones on while working. But at times when I do not feel like listening to anything, or that day last week when I forgot to bring my headphones with me, and just whenever I wind up having to hear it at all, it is wildly irritating, and another tiny reason why I wish I could have just stayed in bed all day.
