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CubicleDweller - > Diary of a Corporate Slave -> I feel like a disco ball ...
I feel like a disco ball ...

So today Chatty has succeeded in breaking several "office" laws.  She's ate like a squirrel for several hours, hummed along loudly off tune to headphones (why do they ignore hers and take mine away?!), and is now listening to Madonna on her PC speakers at a level I can hear 15 feet away ... but not so much that it sounds cool. 

Don't get me wrong, I like Madonna - but when it's just some rhythm, a hint of bass beats,  and computer created sounds filtering in here and there it's more disturbing than anything.

I am not a ray of light today.

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posted by CubicleDweller on Monday, January 29, 2007 at 12:37 PM
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posted by twinkie on Jan 30, 2007 at 02:52 PM

What the hell? Why aren't they telling HER anything about her music? grrrrr.

 

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