The Yellow and Black Attack

Me = Death Metal -- Headphones/Volume Control
You = Christian Rock -- Computer Speakers/Full Blast
Hey coworker? I'm glad you've got a hobby and all -- but seeing as I've taken the extra steps necessary to not shove all this ..Satan down your throat, the least you could do is turn the other effing cheek so I don't have to hear any more fucking Underoath today.
Because I've got speakers too, and we can totally do this if you want.

[Listening to:  The Hunger"Vanishing Cream" ]

Comments

Satorical said…
I got something to say
I killed your baby today...
Anonymous said…
I had this problem until people got wind of my poor taste in music.

I'm also fully asshole capable- I just roll over and ask them to turn that crap down. Work is like the NFL- No Fun League.

Although playing The Mentors full blast might help.... get you fired.

That stuff is even too much for me.

If you really wanted to fuck with them, get your membership in a Buddhist temple lined up. Then go to HR with your intolerant religious work situation. Be prepared to have a brutal trial lawyer on speed dial and wait for your share of the settlement. Document, document document to win the case!

Of course this means you won't work there anymore and may have difficulty getting a job once people determine you are a litigious bastard.
Anonymous said…
"Hey, I don't sacrifice goats in your office. Don't pray in mine."
Anonymous said…
one word....

Peaches.

Tried that at the ol' law firm the other day, and that shut the Bible beater up real quick.

I also find that traditional Scottish bagpipes are fairly effective.
Hex said…
Satorical -- Either that or the soundtrack to "The Last Temptation of Christ"

Adam -- It just gets old, no matter what it is. I mean some places pipe in music and you can't get away, but when you have freedom to choose it shouldn't mean you have freedom to impose, you know?

Werdna -- I think the real solution is to become a Secular Humanist and then declare my cubicle a temple. That way I can tax them for being on my land.

wigsf -- couldn't have said it better myself.

Sarah -- Peaches come in a can, they were put there by a man, in a factory down south..

But yeah, she rocks :)
The Kaiser said…
I would cultivate a taste for obnoxious world music. Nothing like Mongolian throat singing to brighten a coworker's day.