Make it stop

December 3, 2004

I do not like my job. The only bright side to it at this point is that at least I’m active and not sitting at home. When I do get home, my ears hurt from the dishes being slammed, my back hurts, and well, lots of things hurt. But what hurts the most is my mind after being forced to listen to Z-96, TODAY’S HOTTEST MUSIC! all day long. If I didn’t already know what Chinese water torture was I’d probably take a wild guess and point to my corner of the dishroom. Water, crappy music, pain. Sounds about right.

Our speaker/broadcast system can be heard through out the entire kitchen area, and it’s used to play the radio. I would really appreciate that, except that they have to play the aforementioned station which, as I’ve come to learn, is absolutely, gut-wrenchingly, HORRIBLE. I am convinced that this station has only 15 cds which they play continuously, and I am determined to make them pay in blood for that.

Scrub scrub scrub. Spray spray spray. Lift lift lift.

Beauty queen, blah blah blah blah blah, I want to make you feel beautifl! Stand in the rain I’m a huge douchebag! Blah blah blah blah blah! And she wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill be looooved!

Let’s get it startead, ha, let’s get it started. YEAH.
Ha let’s get it started in here!


You were everything, everything that I wanted!

When it gets cold outside and I’ve got nobody to love! Is there anyone out there? Cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. Is there anyone out there? Cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. Is there anyone out there? Cause it’s getting harder and harder to breathe.

NO. THERE IS NO ONE OUT THERE. I HOPE YOU SUFFOCATE AND I HOPE YOU DIE, COLD AND ALONE, BECAUSE YOU ARE A WORTHLESS SACK OF SHIT. SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUTTHEFUCKUP! SHUT THE. FUCK.UP. YOUR SONGS WERE HORRIBLE THE FIRST TIME I HEARD THEM AND THEY’RE STILL HORRIBLE AFTER THE 18TH LISTENING TODAY.

No one could possibly want to listen to those same songs over and over again, could they? It just makes no sense at all. How many times can you listen to the same song? How many times?! And why?! Christ, lord…save us all

One Response to “Make it stop”

  1. Josh Says:

    You don’t know pain, my friend. When I worked at Burger King… strike that. When I was employed at Burger King, they decided to sell shitty Backstreet Boys CDs for Christmas, which, as we all know, starts in June. So this shitty CD had about 6 shitty songs (no other songs), and we played it all fucking day, over and over and over and over and I memorized the goddamn songs. I almost cried when I was at the register one day and realized that I was humming along to the crap. I actually considered buying all the CDs so that the store could not play them any more, but alas, we got more every week, so bad idea. When Christmas rolled around, we announced that we were on the last week of selling the CDs. It was like Wednesday. We had 6 left. I bought all 6 of them and handed them out as presents at Kate Frederick’s shitty Christmas party–you know, the one I attended in full costume as “the Burger King guy.”


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