Loud music in the office

As I have previously stated, I work at an advertising agency. Here, the only people who get offices with doors are the "higher ups" and they would include the CEO, President, and any "director." Obviously, my "manager" status does not qualify me to have an office with a door, hence I sit in a cube with the rest of my team. Normally, I do not care about the offices with the doors. Today, I care. A lot. Today, I need a door.

A woman I work with is listening to an abundance of music. I think her iTunes must be on 'shuffle' because this morning, I've already heard (loudly) some sort of disco song with lots of tambourining, Babs and her song "Somewhere" (or something like that), George Strait...I think, The Beach Boys' California Girl (she started singing along to this one, not in the right pitch), and now some song about "save a horse, ride a cowboy."

I obviously drew the 'suck' card this morning when I woke up. If I'd known this morning what I know now, the iPod would have made it to work. I need some headphones...for the love.

(Barbara Streisand in 1995, courtesy of Wikipedia)