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I got this set for my computer the other day. It's nothing fancy but it's a huge upgrade from the crappy old speakers I took from my college roommate years ago when he got a better setup. Subwoofer makes all the difference in the world.
Only $32 on amazon right now.
I got that a few years ago also, and it's worked pretty well for me.
I don't like reading about work speakers I can't listen to ANYTHING at work. I am listening right now because I can only listen outside of regular office hours (before 8:30 and after 4:30). So you all should just stop it. K. Thanks. Bye.
EDIT: And I work behind multiple locked doors far away from the public, so there isn't any valid excuse.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
I don't like reading about work speakers I can't listen to ANYTHING at work. I am listening right now because I can only listen outside of regular office hours (before 8:30 and after 4:30). So you all should just stop it. K. Thanks. Bye.
EDIT: And I work behind multiple locked doors far away from the public, so there isn't any valid excuse.
Arbitrary rules, the kind that make me go bat shit crazy. The mentality of following rules just because they're rules doesn't make sense to me, at all. It makes me want to break them just for that reason. If there's a legitimate, logical reason for the rule, cool, no problem. Otherwise:
As bad as it is to not be able to listen to music at work (I have been there), it is far better than being forced to listen to terrible music at work. I am still scarred from my time slaving away at Gap Kids many years ago, where they played the same two-hour mix of godawful pop songs for 30 hours a week, 6 months straight. That's some G-Bay stuff right there.
At the place I worked at right before I left Boston, we were only supposed to listen to Kiss 108 or whatever stupid soft rock mix station replaced WBCN. I couldn't even "swing low, sweet chariot" away my slave-wage blues. As soon as the main manager was gone for the day, my Berklee-attending co-worker would share a look of 'nope!' and plug our iPhones into the stereo. I don't think the snooty Lexington crowd was ready for the Pitchfork-riffic jams.
headphones all day at work, people comment on the volume i'm listening. yea, i don't wanna listen to you all
i have earbuds in and steadily bobbing my head to the beat. everyone overlooks me bc im the youngest one back here and everyone knows i'm preparing for bonnaroo now. I only had one incident where my music was playing loudly and it was bc IT picked my laptop off the dock and didn't know my music was playing bc my earbuds were hooked into my monitor. When the laptop came out, my jay-z radio station was blaring full blast and whatever song it was on dropped the f bomb and n word 3 times before IT could power it down. We laughed so hard but had to go around and apologize to everyone in my section who may have been offended by my lyrics. I think a memo went around to IT group about music/picking up laptops without asking if music is playing after that to prevent it from happening again lmao
As bad as it is to not be able to listen to music at work (I have been there), it is far better than being forced to listen to terrible music at work. I am still scarred from my time slaving away at Gap Kids many years ago, where they played the same two-hour mix of godawful pop songs for 30 hours a week, 6 months straight. That's some G-Bay stuff right there.
At the place I worked at right before I left Boston, we were only supposed to listen to Kiss 108 or whatever stupid soft rock mix station replaced WBCN. I couldn't even "swing low, sweet chariot" away my slave-wage blues. As soon as the main manager was gone for the day, my Berklee-attending co-worker would share a look of 'nope!' and plug our iPhones into the stereo. I don't think the snooty Lexington crowd was ready for the Pitchfork-riffic jams.
Oh God, I had blocked the music at TJ Maxx out of my head until now! Thankfully I worked in the back stockroom most of the time and the back room manager was cool. She'd let us bring a little boombox in the back to listen to. I didn't get to listen to what I wanted to, but the radio was waaaaaay better then MUZAK bullshit that would play in the rest of the store.
As bad as it is to not be able to listen to music at work (I have been there), it is far better than being forced to listen to terrible music at work. I am still scarred from my time slaving away at Gap Kids many years ago, where they played the same two-hour mix of godawful pop songs for 30 hours a week, 6 months straight. That's some G-Bay stuff right there.
At the place I worked at right before I left Boston, we were only supposed to listen to Kiss 108 or whatever stupid soft rock mix station replaced WBCN. I couldn't even "swing low, sweet chariot" away my slave-wage blues. As soon as the main manager was gone for the day, my Berklee-attending co-worker would share a look of 'nope!' and plug our iPhones into the stereo. I don't think the snooty Lexington crowd was ready for the Pitchfork-riffic jams.
Oh God, I had blocked the music at TJ Maxx out of my head until now! Thankfully I worked in the back stockroom most of the time and the back room manager was cool. She'd let us bring a little boombox in the back to listen to. I didn't get to listen to what I wanted to, but the radio was waaaaaay better then MUZAK bullshit that would play in the rest of the store.
MUZAK where music goes to die.
Nobody ever understood why I was so eager to take on all the 6am shipment processing shifts. Ummm, backroom = no crappy customers + no crappy music. Duh.
OUCH. Thankfully I can't even imagine what that's like.
I wouldn't know what to do if I fractured my partner's penis. I feel like theres no coming back from that.... I mean, seriously, what do you say when something like that happens? A simple "sorry" just won't do.
It reminds me of the story I heard about a woman who suffocated her partner with her boobs. They were so big he suffocated while she was on top of him. These kinds of stories fascinate me.
Sometimes I'm thankful to be at work, where there are certain links I can't click on.
Fun story: a couple days ago my boss was interviewing a few people for an internship, and she was asking me for interview questions. I remembered that I had saved a couple reddit comments recently regarding that very thing, so I went to reddit and brought up my saved comments with my boss looking over my shoulder (my real mistake). The first saved comment "What is the best advice someone has ever given you?". Good interview question. The second was "What would you say are the worst flaws in your best friend?", followed by an explanation of why that's a good interview question. The third saved item was not a comment, but a reddit post itself that I had saved a few months ago. The title: "Guys, try masturbating like a girl - you'll have an orgasm like never before!". It was above the fall line of the page, so there was no way for me to scroll up. I have no clue if my boss saw it or not. I imagine she did.
My mom used to sew back in the day and made us all matching sweatsuits that cut off all circulation to our feet. I think I still have nightmares about those.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
As bad as it is to not be able to listen to music at work (I have been there), it is far better than being forced to listen to terrible music at work. I am still scarred from my time slaving away at Gap Kids many years ago, where they played the same two-hour mix of godawful pop songs for 30 hours a week, 6 months straight. That's some G-Bay stuff right there.
At the place I worked at right before I left Boston, we were only supposed to listen to Kiss 108 or whatever stupid soft rock mix station replaced WBCN. I couldn't even "swing low, sweet chariot" away my slave-wage blues. As soon as the main manager was gone for the day, my Berklee-attending co-worker would share a look of 'nope!' and plug our iPhones into the stereo. I don't think the snooty Lexington crowd was ready for the Pitchfork-riffic jams.
this is why I'm scarred from christmas music. working in a restaurant with the MUZAK christmas station on from thanksgiving through new years. all terrible pop singer covers on a few hour loop. and I worked there from sophomore year of HS - jr year of college. and worked overtime because it was christmas break.
My mom used to sew back in the day and made us all matching sweatsuits that cut off all circulation to our feet. I think I still have nightmares about those.
Unrelated, my space heater just died.
maybe your mom can make you a new sweatsuit to keep you warm.