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Tuned Up

My new coworkers love to listen to music while they work. Since we are all working in a circular configuration (with our backs toward the center) we have one computer streaming online radio that varies from retro to celtic to modern hits. This morning was a trip back to the 80s.

At my first interview I was dressed up like a million dollar trouper, trying hard to look like Gary Cooper, but they told me that it was a pretty casual atmosphere which is awesome. At that interview I felt a little out of place in my dress shirt so in an effort of support they offered, "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits? Puttin' on the ritz." I appreciated that and immediate felt like one of the gang.

After I found out they loved to listen to music, I knew that I had to work there. I seem to remember the interviewer gleefully chiming in, "Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don�t you remember: we built this city, we built this city on rock and roll." I have yet to meet Marconi but anyone who plays the mamba is okay by me.

I was a bit concerned that I may not have the notoriaty to work at such a large paper, but they assured me, "You don't need money, don't take fame, don't need no credit card to ride this train." I was relieved though getting a bit weirded out with the little rhyming way everyone was talking.

They did have to warn me about the editorial staff. I guess it's boredom city up there and I'm not to be put off by their gruff nature. First time you feel it, it might make you sad. Next time you feel it it might make you mad but then, I guess you just get used to it. I haven't encountered it yet, so we'll see.

It sounds like nights can be a bit freaky around there since that's when the presses get going and deadlines are at a critical. It�s close to midnight and something evil�s lurking in the dark. You think you've got a grasp on everything but all the while you hear the creature creepin� up behind, you�re out of time. �Cause this is thriller, thriller night. Let's just say that I'm glad I work an early shift.

Fortunately I survived the day and didn't have any of that 80s music stick with me after I left the office...