This is what happens when work takes away your radio listening privileges

Today when I came into work I was greeted with the incredibly unpleasant surprise that our radio privileges had been taken away. The reasons for this are of no real importance save to say that I am taking names of the people who ruined this privilege for the rest of the office and plan to implement the usual methods of passive aggressive retaliation by not laughing at their jokes and pretending to not see them when I pass them in the hall. Brutal, I know.

If I were to comment on taking away radio listening privileges at work (which I obviously am), I would conclude that the silence is more distracting than the music. And this of course leads to people filling that silence with the verbalization of all the things better left unsaid (or unsung) that would normally go on internally. So the pharmacy sans the harmless background noise of ones individual musical preference can quickly become a place where one goes completely off their rocker. Here are a few examples of what I heard today instead of my sweet, sweet forbidden radio.

- The Blues Clues and Franklin the Turtle theme songs compliments of the mother of 2 young boys who sits next to me
- The incessant snorting noises that the pharmacist with the very narrow nasal passages constantly makes without even realizing it
- The extremely high-pitched voice of the older woman at the end of our hallway who answers the phones very loudly because she is hard of hearing even to herself
- The ridiculously LOUD scratchy/thumpy noise of the dot matrix printer that prints out our delivery invoices and is so old that I think it probably printed delivery invoices for the apothecaries of yore
- And of course all the random thoughts that fly through my brain and pop out of my mouth in the form of lines from movies, golden oldies, and "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder when not reigned in by the soothing effect of satellite radio via the Internet

I don't think I'm going to last through the week.