So I was just surfing iHeartRadio, and apparently, you can hear the music from my headphones when they aren’t pressed over my ears.
There’s also this thing called Enterprise Messenger we use (AT&T calls it “Q Messenger” lame lol) to send each other messages.
My secondary sits right next to me, yet he thinks it’s better to talk to me over Q.
Scott: wtf are you listening to
Scott: is that a techno version of love bites
Me: Yes, it’s a revision by QED. It is more EDM than techno, btw.
Me: It is quite rad.
Scott: did you just say ‘rad’
Scott: yer old
Scott: liar you did not just ‘laugh out loud’
Scott: i know because you’re sitting right next to me
Me: Texts the guy who could just look around the cube wall and say
Me: “Hey, is that Love Bites on your headphones derp derp shawoop?”
And then it was like, let me find the video on my machine and play it over the speakers just loud enough that me and Scott could sing along in the most insane but quiet rock band voices ever.
“I know you think that love is the way you make it, but I doan wanna be there when you decide to break it! Love bites, love bleeds, you’re bringing me to my knees!!!” XD
And then, an mass email appears!
I just wanted to remind everyone that there is a policy that states you cannot use your computer speakers for anything other than listening to work-related videos or podcasts. Whoever is playing that music – no matter how faint it is, I can hear it – needs to turn it off ASAP or I’m reporting it to the VP.
No fucking way he can hear what is playing here all the fucking way over there. I even cruised by his desk to see if he could hear it, and I can’t hear anything. So I sat down and kept an eye out. Guess what? Raymond walks about halfway down the row and stops, standing there. He’s trying to peer into my cube when I turn around and give him the evil eye. Time to return a mass email.
I’m glad that Raymond is taking a 10 minute break every 15 minutes to check on me to make sure I’m obeying every company policy. I mean, that’s the most productive I’ve seen him in like the last two years.
The responses were classic!
Raymond – you better not be taking time out of your “busy” schedule to spy on me, as well. If I see you in my row, I’m calling you out.
Oh man, busted. I saw Raymond lingering at the end of our row the other day. I was wondering what he was doing, since he wasn’t actually talking to anyone.
I gave it a few minutes, watching my email alerts. Nothing for a good solid 15 minutes, so I though, “Maybe Raymond is sufficiently embarassed enough to just leave things alone.” Hahaha, was I stupid!
I do not appreciate the implication that I “spy” on people. I was merely looking for the source of the sounds I heard earlier. I’m pretty sure now that Nathan is improperly using his speakers to play music. Which is prohibited on the floor. I thought I’d just be proactive in alerting everyone before someone gets reprimanded.
Oh, please. You take pleasure in being the floor snitch, Ray. Not going to let that one slide.
I’ll stop playing music in my cube if you stop spying on everyone. Deal?
A few minutes later –
Just stop emailing me and everyone else about whatever. I don’t care about your musical exploits. Apparently neither does anyone else. So whatever.
That would have been great as-is, but then this popped up on the end of the mass email chain –
Can you play some Boston next? I want to hear More than a Feeling! Raymond hates that song. Thanks!