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Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:08 PM
Edited Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:12 PM So, I started a new job on Tuesday, which happens to cover my coveted Loveline listening hours. I'll be damned if I can't listen to Loveline at work. The first response to my question to a fellow employee in regards to whether we can have radios: "Not sure. I think they have a radio policy." I think we all know where this is going to end up. I'll just have to inform them of my policy. Stay tuned. Discuss.
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Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:11 PM 'daze, what kind of job? I got started with my Loveline addiction at work, doing the swing-shift at the emergency animal hospital. It was just basic background noise. But don't ask, just do it, matter-of-factly. —Lou Cypher |
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Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:11 PM
Edited Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:14 PM Also, the guy training me in lastnight had on a vacation souvineir-like t-shirt, with palm trees and a beach scene. The word FLORIDA was written at the bottom. The guy couldn't understand why I was laughing at him all night. I almost sang him the Germany or Florida Theme Song.
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Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:24 PM
As much as I love the show, I can't imagine it being something that was workplace-appopriate to listen to.
but, I listen to everything at work (music, sports talk or loveline) on headphones. —metatext |
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Friday, January 7, 2005 at 12:28 PM I work in Berkeley, the city that originated "It takes all kinds." Co-workers all mid-20's, many Cal students. It was cool, maan. —Lou Cypher |
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Friday, January 7, 2005 at 11:14 PM just a simple followup to this thread.... I was a hotel-auditor for several years (fancy term for the 3rd shift fuckwit with math skills behind the desk from 10p-7am)... All I did was reconcile guest folios.... balance bar and restaurant revenues... check in the stray transient... one day I got fed up with muzak and told the lonely security guard that kept me company that my head was gonna fucking explode if I didn't have something else to make time pass quicker... he commandered a cheap ass spare clock radio from the housekeeping department, and thus began my loveline addiction. Oh how I could regale the times I was checking in a guest listening to loveline at a level where it was audible to the guest and for them to hear "my boyfriend makes me swallow and I hate it" amoungst other loveline topics... lol. great stuff... never got complaints... Regardless, kids... no matter how inticing a 10pm-7am gig for $7.50 an hour may seem...... it's rarely ever worth it. Hold out for the top assistant head bagger in charge position at your local grocery... it pays the same and the hours are better. —masonjar_condition |
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