Worked 14 1/2 hours doing hearts (internal defibrillators/cardiac ablations) today. That's a long day, but tolerable anymore. What is soul-crushing however, is being forced to listen to the following soundtracks over those 14.5 hours:
Mary Poppins; The Music Man; various Elvis tracks (don't mind this, not that I own any); South Pacific...you know you're tired when "Gonna Wash That Man Outta My Hair" comes on and you start singing "gonna stomp that man right into the ground/gonna chain whip him for coming around" and announce you will be creating a new biker musical using all the melodies from South Pacific (Was forced to see this live starring Robert Goulet during my first marriage. Not conducive to happy thoughts, other than an old Saturday Night Live sketch featuring Will Ferrel as Robert Goulet, which gives me flashbacks to being drunk on Iraqi moonshine in a moldy tent, watching the sketch on a laptop with 14 other guys at the same time.); Grease.
I was able to shoehorn some Best of Santana in there for an hour to preserve my sanity. Also, I've had to listen to an approximately eight year old Ron Howard sing Gary, Indiana enough times that I permanently have a pathological hatred of that song. Tomorrow I will have to listen to much Hendrix(NSFW) to counteract the horrible feminizing effects.
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Man, that's rough. Who's in charge of the stereo?
You'd think they could at least run some Myles Davis through the system to clean it out...
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On that day, the stereo was run by my electrophysiology doc. He's got a wife & ex, plus 5 kids; why he likes that crap, I don't know.
Jeez, let's hope the kids inherit their mom's taste in music. It can't possibly be worse than Dad's!
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