Mexican Radios
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011I guess I could continue to bore you with stories about houses, but I feel like I should take a break from it, mostly for my own sanity. Actually, I am not as crazy as I thought I would be. I’m actually quite clam, mostly because I am getting sick and if I plan to be somewhat presentable for the banquet on Saturday then I should remove all stress and crazy from my life.
Speaking of life, my life partner Claudia left for Mexico last night, and my other life partner, Shaz, is in Texas. Do you see a trend forming here? My life partners consist of two small females, both born in other countries, vacationing during the same time, leaving me here to wallow in scarves and sickness. Thank you Ladies.
But I digress.
I have decided to stop fighting the radio war. The pattern makers like listening to the oldies. 650 senile, as my Dad likes to call it. They are not old, per-say. There is Sinikka the Finnish Goddess who is 65 and a pattern making wiz. Jessica is in her 30s and has the most adorable subtle English accent from the years she use to live there. Mo-Wan, who is somewhere in between, always asks me if I have any more cutting orders. Lately she has been chatting with one of our factories trying to get a marker straightened out and they chat and laugh in Chinese and it’s kind of amusing.
Anyways, they like the oldies, which I have come to realize isn’t that big of a deal. It’s called giving up control.
The way our offices are set up, when I listen to my radio, because I am in a nook, no one can hear it expect for me, or anyone standing in front of me, so having my radio on doesn’t really bother anyone. But because of where my desk is in conjunction to the pattern makers radio, I can here everything on their radio. Therefore, I suffer from dueling radios syndrome.
Yes, I could say something and ask them to turn it down. Yes, I could work at a different area on my desk so as not to hear there radio. Yes, I could turn off my radio, but I am stubborn and don’t want to give up power!
But after a week of stress and headaches I realized, is this worth it? Is it KILLING me having to listen to the oldies? No. Is it kind of RELAXING having music that I sometimes recoqngize float around in the background? Yes. So then, what is the big deal?
So I did it, I relinquished power. I turned off The Peak and joined forces withe The Oldies. It took me a while, and I was ready to fight, but I quickly came to realize that comradery is more important that absolute power.
Now I play a game with myself where I try to name the movie each song is in, because essentially every one of the songs they play is in a movie.
The best part about all of this? No one knew we were in a war but me.



