March 23, 2004

oh god, please, make it stop!

The co-worker I share an office with thinks she can sing. I once, myself, was an "office singer", but did it mainly to annoy my old office worker - as I'm fully aware of my ineptitude in the departamento el cantar.

My co-worker here, however, has less ironic intentions, I'm sure. Combine that with the fact that she has the worst taste in music, and you've got yourself my nightmare. Peter Cetera and Cher duets? She's singing right along with them. A little ditty by Phil Collins? She knows it word for word. And she loves country music - she absolutely cannot stand "the punk music" that she occassionally hears on KROQ (Coldplay, punk? I think not), but LOVES country... and "adult contemporary"! Fuck!

She also sings under her breath - as if she doesn't want me to hear her sing - or thinks that by unsuccessfully whispering the lyrics she is making it less intrusive and obnoxious.

And as I type this it's getting worse! She's singing more frequently, as if to spite me! Right now, she's blessing my ears with Melissa Etheridge's "Come To My Window". Fuck-fuck-fuckety-fuck! (julie stabs sharpened pencils into her ears)

update: 4:10pm - Oh god! Now she's singing along to "Lady In Red"! Help!


posted by julie at March 23, 2004 02:43 PM

things people have said

Nice use of english....then again what do you think she'll sing next?(Yes, it is the song your thinking about.)

so said: Matthew Garren at March 25, 2004 06:04 PM



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