I'm going to Hell...
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
...because I said the Lord's Prayer backwards at a funeral to summon up the Goat of Mendes, Freddie Woo tells us. Tell us why you're doomed.
Thanks to Kaol for the suggestion
( , Thu 11 Dec 2008, 13:09)
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We don't
You can help: Complain about the music, *to a manager, in person*. Ask if they actually have the correct license.
I wish I was joking, when I say that I think that our workplaces single tape (a one hour loop) of "Christmas music", played all day for weeks at a time, from a single crappy stereo (so there *was* some variety: you could be stuck working where it was too loud, or stuck working where it was just audible enough to be annoying); certainly contributed to my breakdown.
It might have been easier to live with if we hadn't been compelled (under implicit threat of Gross misconduct dismissal) to blandly agree with every customer who commented appreciatively about the music they only had to endure for, at most, an hour a week (i.e. no repeats for them).
Perhaps it's all for the best we didn't bring in our own tapes. The subliminal fun could have been immense (layering whispered rude words over and between tracks). If only I'd found b3ta sooner...
"GLO...OOR...OOR...OOR...cunts...OOR...IAAAA, in excelsis deo!
( , Wed 17 Dec 2008, 4:09, 1 reply)
You can help: Complain about the music, *to a manager, in person*. Ask if they actually have the correct license.
I wish I was joking, when I say that I think that our workplaces single tape (a one hour loop) of "Christmas music", played all day for weeks at a time, from a single crappy stereo (so there *was* some variety: you could be stuck working where it was too loud, or stuck working where it was just audible enough to be annoying); certainly contributed to my breakdown.
It might have been easier to live with if we hadn't been compelled (under implicit threat of Gross misconduct dismissal) to blandly agree with every customer who commented appreciatively about the music they only had to endure for, at most, an hour a week (i.e. no repeats for them).
Perhaps it's all for the best we didn't bring in our own tapes. The subliminal fun could have been immense (layering whispered rude words over and between tracks). If only I'd found b3ta sooner...
"GLO...OOR...OOR...OOR...cunts...OOR...IAAAA, in excelsis deo!
( , Wed 17 Dec 2008, 4:09, 1 reply)
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