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[thejunipertree]

The exchange between my boss and I just now, as I sit at my desk listening to one of my secret vices: really obnoxious techno.

Her: Are you really listening to that?
Me: Yes. Yes, I am.
Her: No, really.
Me: Yes! And you better watch it. I've got some really loud and fast shit on a cd that I could bother you with.
Her: I'll fire you!
Me: You can't fire someone based on their musical preference!
Her: YES I CAN, I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!
Her: JUST YOU WATCH ME! I'LL FIRE EVERYONE!
Her: DOOO DOOOO DOOOOOT! See, I know the words.
Me: *laughing hysterically*
Her: Just because YOU like stupid stuff...


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Edit:

Now she's singing to herself and giggling. hee!
Her: YOU LOVE ME!
Her: I...you know...techno makes my fucking brain hurt.

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[mommyslilzombie.livejournal.com]

That reminds me:

Me and my business partner have a company vehicle that is used for, well, company business.
He is roughly 25 years older than me, and not only do we NOT share musical tastes, he pretty much doesn't like music at ALL. So of course, being the obnoxious prick that I am, anytime I run errands, I make sure to leave something in the Cd player at full volume, usually along the lines of Anthrax, or Slayer, or, when I am feeling particularly frisky, the abstract noise classic, Fantomas' Fantomas.
I know that it takes approximately a minute and a half for him to walk out to the parking lot, so approximately 90 seconds after he leaves, I start laughing my head off, knowing that he is out there, fumbling at the volume button, cursing me....