On the subject of musical choices in the workplace
I love music. I'm not about to claim that I have rocking great taste in music, but it's relatively diverse, and thanks to the upbringing influence of Senor Ping, I have a pretty solid knowlege of what is good and what isn't.
However. The jams I rock out to on my iPod (oh, so urban am I, what a hip sentence fragment!) are not appropriate for work. I'm not sure Breanne would so much appreciate 8 hours a day of Houses of the Holy or even the lovable sounds of the Beatles. Nor do I think the folks on the other side of my movable cube wall would appreciate Nine Inch Nails or Marilyn Manson's cover of Personal Jesus blasted at 9am.
The true problem lies in the fact that I am the holder of the speakers. (And the window, but I share the natural light. I'm not like the office Grinch, at least not all the time) The musical selections I make during the day must not offend anyone, and have to be sort of backgroundy. Unfortunately, I think that someone might kill me if I bring in my newly aquired electronica minicollection, and I'd rather die than listen to the top 40 station. (WHO covers a Hall & Oates song and then does it all trampy-like?! Outraged!) My crappy burned cd stash of the Weakerthans, The New Pornographers, Ben Lee, Jack Johnson, and the soundtrack from the Zach Braff movies will have to do.
And so, at the ripe age of 22, 4 months out of school, I finally understand the question that has been boggling my mind since I discovered FM Radio...
Why the soft-rock station exists.
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