My job is very very exciting. I love it ever so much and it’s hard to say what part makes me the happiest. (Editors Note: I’d use some sort of bolding or colors to heighten the sarcasm, but if you know me, that’s really just not necessary).

I’d say the radio station that fills the store with music and helpful tips every second of every day has to be near the top of the list.

Back when I first started, we had a multi-disc CD changer piped into our sound system that allowed for either random play or a disc of our choosing to be played. It was a glorious system.

For some reason, we had to go to a streaming radio provider that seemed to be great at first, and quickly and thoroughly lost its luster. Between constant playing of “Love Shack,” some Grease songs and an overall programming aimed at people twice my age, I’m just not that fond of it.

But then came the mic breaks. “Hey if you love jazz, you love this next tune!”…followed by a song that was most clearly not jazz.

If only we could just have music and not be forced to listen to the same announcer over and over spew things that just plain don’t make even a slight bit of sense.

“Hey if you like this store, you’ll love our store in McLean, Virginia, where Jennifer and the Myspace sales team will get you what you need.” Um. What? Granted, most of us do have Myspace, but how on Earth does that make us the Myspace sales team?

But it doesn’t end there. Another offering from our friendly announcer informs customers that our shoes are “irresistible and irreverent.” Irresistible, sure, call them that. Irreverent? I actually had to look that one up to get a definition, and apparently our shoes lack respect. Sounds an awful lot like some signs you see overseas that have an English translation for “Men’s Bathroom” that says something like “Depository Please Receptacle of Man.”

But hey, I guess I shouldn’t complain. I only have to listen to it for 32 hours a week.

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