I would contribute to a Stop Mariah Carey Fund if it meant that I never had to hear her annoying little squeal again. I'm a mild-mannered sort, but the woman who sat just over the "wall" from me in our office listens to a pop radio station every day. She's a very sweet woman and tried to keep the radio turned down, which generally worked just fine. She had to get up and down a lot so she couldn't wear headphones. Usually I learned to tune out the subcutaneous, uninteresting music. Except ... when Mire-ah Carries came on. That little high-pitched voice penetrated my concentration like a dentist's drill and my usual serene demeanor ... ok, my usual relatively calm demeanor ... would start to get its hackles up. I knew we were going to be moving soon, and I also knew we were the "new kids" and I didn't want all the ladies in that department to start thinking we were a bunch of prissy snots. So I didn't say anything. But it took us a whole lot longer to move to our new offices than I thought it would, so I've now heard three lifetimes worth of Mariah Carey, thankyou very much. I'm going to send Virgin Records $5 to help sweeten the pot. Anyone else?

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