Slave to the Music

Two weeks ago... tragedy struck!
I walked into my office, plugged in my MP3 player, and to my horror, discovered a foul change- sometime over the weekend, the speakers had burned out!!! WHERE WAS I GOING TO TUNE MYSELF INTO MY MUSIC??? This set a tone for a disturbing week... the office seemed so quiet... Like disaster waiting to strike. I cannot vouch for myself, but i think i was quite cranky over that episode... Until i found out- It was only the main speaker that was damaged- the other one could plug to my Zen without any problems. A little soft, but any sound is better than nothing at all.
And once again, all was right with the world...

Also, i just realised... Im allergic to people with bad manners. Not rashes and scratchy allergic, but RAGING FURIOUS AND MURDEROUS allergic. I think its a good thing. I like to help people. But people who don't even bother to ask before taking things, people who hang up on you because they think they're busy and cannot afford to spend time to say "sorry, i need to go, bye"... Now those are people who i have a bone to pick with. Irritating bastards. Go live in your own world, get out of mine.