Clamoring Cacophony
Aaaargh! The radio....the endless drone..is the bane of my job...my life. A new bloody chart song..and when I say new I mean a mixture between Moon River and Wind Beneath my Wings!? How dare they get away with churning out the same old tunes with their greed, and profit-making schemes. Oh fuck it, I don't care. Screw taking the moral high ground I just want them to shut the hell up. I feel like stabbing myself in the eye, which demonstrates perfectly how out of my mind I am as I should surely be working on disabling MY HEARING ORGANS...that seems harder to do somehow but BLINDING myself will only increase my workload. I won't be able to break the radio because I won't be able to see it and I'll bleed on my shoes and...I like my shoes. Ah well, not today I guess!!

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Its endless Muck savage FM! The bane of all jobs, is the lowest common denominator background entertainment. Mine is listening to ppl talk about take that, and robbie williams, and not being able to stab them. Also I have about 10 smoke breaks a day, and the car is always there if I need to have a good old fashioned cry. Not really. But working sucks.
Today I actually feigned interest in Eastenders to be polite...I'm not polite. It's disgusting! On that note I'm having a surprisingly good day and it's nearly over. Hooray!! What's with this whole sober Nick..it's eerie.
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