Well hello!
I am beginning to understand the absolute horror that is 'shopper friendly radio'.
Matches Made In Hell, Pt. 1
Jewel
and
The Superstore
Let me tell you, I didn't hear her once, or twice...nor three times, but in actual fact four times in a five hour shift. That is roughly once per hour. That is roughly too much Jewel. Personally I find the "Jewel Quota" to rest comfortably somewhere around, oh, zero. But shoppers must shop! and whilst they shop they must be serenaded by blonde Alaskan beauties. Can I just put one thing out here though...she needs to bring the song-writing up a notch. A few notches, frankly. For example, I don't feel the need to be informed of how her hands are not mine, and are in fact, her own. On the second spin of the track I started to think about the lyrics (don't worry --I recovered.) The entire chorus centers around the idea of someone bugging her about how small her hands are. Get a goddamned life, Jewel. Oh right, you live in Alaska.
Edwin told me he'd finish putting out the carrots today. I think he thought I wasn't doing a very good job of resting layer upon layer. I prefer to think of it as an 'art', and so what if it looks more like I was building a teepee. Maybe I was, okay?
The last thing I learned at work today was that If I'm ever lost, be it in the woods or be it in a grocery store, I can look and I will time after time find Cyndi Lauper. weeeeird.
