My music at work

As the Tragically Hip sing: Everything is bleak. It's the middle of the night. You're all alone and the dummies might be right. You feel like a jerk. My music at work. My music at work.

This really has nothing to do with what I wanted to write, but it never hurts to throw in some quotes from the Hip.

Work is actually going wonderfully, BUT (and this is a big BUT . . . not butt, that's for another posting) I hate working in a cubicle. I had the decked out office at Canadian Blood Services. Corner . . . looking on to the park . . . high school football team running by every afternoon in body amour gear with their tight little butts . . . I digress. I am in an open concept cubicle with very social (and very nice girls) on one side, and a guy that has more vehicle trouble than I could ever imagine on the other. He's calling the mechanic or his wife or Auto Trader about ever five minutes.

Which leads me to my point. Thank GOD for music. I have been introduced to the magic of downloading so I am rocking out to Guns N' Roses, then Frank Sinatra and then Lee Ann Womack. I had the best Monday morning because I started with Welcome to the Jungle. There's nothing like starting the week right.