Moody Meow

This is a work post, but I am annoyed, not railing at the injustices of my job, so it’s not protected.

We are having this lunch thing on Friday for the whole department. It’s mean to rouse the troops and bring a feeling of unity and ….well… it’s crap. We are having BBQ, which I didn’t eat when I was a meat-eater. There’s nothing for me, so I have to bring my own veggie burger and baked potato so that I can actually have lunch.

Then they have a theme - Jimmy Buffet. I don’t know how a singer is a theme (the Grateful Dead come to mind. but they were iconic and I don’t think Buffet is) but apparently someone thought it was a good idea to get a bunch of country boys into hawiian shirts. The idea is laughable. The worst part? They somehow figured out how to blast the music over the intercom. My poor ears are being assulted by “Cheeseburger in Paradise” and all that other crap he sings. No matter how I blast Cocteau Twins, I hear his whiney, watery voice creeping through my sonic shield.

I hate Jimmy Buffet.