----------Original Message----------
From: [name deleted]
Sent: Thursday, December 07, 2006 11:50 a.m.
To: [name deleted]
Subject: What's Anthony Doing Up In Here?
Dear Trevor Degustus,
For the past few months I have worked here in the belly of a department filled with women who will not speak to me or even look in my direction when they’re inches away. I have silently dealt with their rather rude decision to play Top 40 Pop Music of Then and Now loudly on a daily basis. I guess their bosses don’t care or are away, but whatever the case, the music is NOT appropriate. It’s so loud that head Red Hot Chili Pepper, one Anthony Kiedis, is close enough to hug me. Seriously. If you’re going to play loud music, pick Chet Baker. Pick Ella. Charlie Paker. Louis Armstrong. Pick early Bob Dylan for goodness sake.
But a megamix (I have yet to mention that they play the EXACT SAME CD MEGAMIX OVER AND OVER) comprised of the complete Chili Peppers back catalogue, every raucous Guns n’ Roses song ever written, Coldplay on repeat, and a selection of Hits from the 80’s! played at a loud volume is not what clients probably want to listen to. It’s just inappropriate. You know what? I’m down with them playing the music that excites them (go ahead and blow out your ear drums with the tenderfooted Jack Johnson, Ladies!), but they should play it with their headphones on. Because I don’t want to hear it anymore. I CAN’T LISTEN TO COLDPLAY ANYMORE. And haven't we all grown tired of "99 Luftballons" by now? Call me a square, a snob, a party poopster, a dill pickle, what have you…I just don’t think it’s the right environment to be blasting squealing guitars and driving drum solos.
Don’t get me wrong, though, Trevor, I love the Peppers and dear ol' Axl. I just don’t want to hang out with the boys up here at my desk, y’know?
Welcome to the jungle, indeed.
Regards,
Shandi Toma
----------Original Message----------
From: [name deleted]
Sent: Thursday, December 07, 2006 12:01 p.m.
To: [name deleted]
Subject: RE: What's Anthony Doing Up In Here?
Dear Baroness Heidi “Dill Pickle” Nixon,
I feel for you. Might I suggest fighting fire with, shall we say…fire? I’m suggesting that you set their desks on fire.
Yours,
Lesley Minnow
