Monday, July 13, 2009

I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drum all day ...

Interesting new study on swearing and lessening of pain - doubtlessly true to a degree, though not nearly so much as I wish. It's certainly not a substitute for a steady diet of drugs, alcohol, television, and general waling and gnashing of teeth. These days I stick to guttural sobbing, caffeine and television (Nancy Botwin - see ya tonight! Betty Drapper, see ya soon!)

Speaking of high pitched obnoxious noises, apparently our corporate landlord installed a jet engine up in the air conditioning vent of my office over the weekend and left it running. Takes me back to my Navy days sleeping in the top rack just below the aft flight deck and attempting to ignore the F-14s when they began firing their afterburners, powerless to silence them (I couldn't just throw on a robe, walk up the outboard ladder, knock on the door of the cockpit and ask them to please keep it down and apparently am now just as powerless to stop the madness here in my corporate ship).

But I digress once again.

And actually, now that I think about it, this current noise is more reminiscent of a dentist's drill.

Where the fuck is the maintenance guy I called two hours ago?!? The written expletive does not dull the pain of little nails being hammered into my skull from on high - guess it has to be verbal and the study amended.

Thank God for headphones and for Sirius Internet (especially when the iPod's left at home). Hello, First Wave and Faction (I do miss the Punk Channel ...)

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