My next-wall neighbor has a radio. Though she keeps it down enough not to bother folks around her (it’s a cubicle), it’s stuck right against my office, and a faint, ever-so-faint drift of country music through the wall keeps drawing my attention …
Music, hark!
My next-wall neighbor has a radio. Though she keeps it down enough not to bother folks around her (it’s a cubicle), it’s stuck right against my office, and a faint,…
Head Phones are the only thing that should be allowed in a Cube Farm.
Headphones only help if the volume is set to less than destroy-the-eardrum levels. On the plane trip home, I could hear the music from a guy two rows behind me – until I put my own headphones on, of course.
Yeah, I could put music on in my office, too, with or without headphones — but I spend so much time on the phone, it would be annoying.
Where’s the bone induction headphones I was promised back in the 80’s dammit!
And my flying car! Where’s my flying car?!?
And you kids . . . you kids get off my lawn!!
/end cranky old man
;P
Lee…
They came out in the 80s and no one bought them, and now for that part that will get my comment sent to comment limbo:
with the iPod explosion, there is a whole new generation of bone induction headphones around.
So remember, Google is your friend. 🙂
Which reminds me, in turn, of the few glimpses I had on the TV at the Rec Center this evening of the “Modern Marvels” episode about lawns — and the machines that harvest sod from grass farms. Fascinating.
I don’t want a bone induction headphone — I want voice-controlled music, so that on command (or maybe when the phone rings), it automutes.