Music or no music, that is the question

My network walkman is sitting in front of me on my desk just begging to be used. The trouble is, it acts like a magnet; I can go for hours without anyone needing to talk to me, or the phone ringing, but as soon as I get comfy with the earphones, especially if the music is a particular favourite, then some odd psychic signal summons half the office to my desk.

This leaves me in something of a quandary. I am enjoying the relative isolation of not being bothered by colleagues, but I really want to listen to some music. It is unlikely that I can do both.

Decisions, decisions.

Never mind. I have booked tomorrow and Friday off so that I can lounge around while the world works. Some uncharitable souls might point that I do that anyway, but I respond with the observation that my modification to the process involves lying in for a couple of hours and then having a leisurely breakfast rather than pounding down the Northern Line with or without the severe delays.

Still no sign of elderly maiden aunts with stacks of cash and a dickey heart; neither am I any closer to winning the lottery (not any further away, either, mind), so I can only lounge for four days, including the weekend.

Music or no music, that is the question

My network walkman is sitting in front of me on my desk just begging to be used. The trouble is, it acts like a magnet; I can go for hours without anyone needing to talk to me, or the phone ringing, but as soon as I get comfy with the earphones, especially if the music is a particular favourite, then some odd psychic signal summons half the office to my desk.

This leaves me in something of a quandary. I am enjoying the relative isolation of not being bothered by colleagues, but I really want to listen to some music. It is unlikely that I can do both.

Decisions, decisions.

Never mind. I have booked tomorrow and Friday off so that I can lounge around while the world works. Some uncharitable souls might point that I do that anyway, but I respond with the observation that my modification to the process involves lying in for a couple of hours and then having a leisurely breakfast rather than pounding down the Northern Line with or without the severe delays.

Still no sign of elderly maiden aunts with stacks of cash and a dickey heart; neither am I any closer to winning the lottery (not any further away, either, mind), so I can only lounge for four days, including the weekend.