Soundtrack to My Life

I love music. It entertains me, uplifts me, and I have a TON of it in my head. Today I discovered my manager Jen has the same, erm, gift. I don't remember how we got around to this, it was after closing time and we were talking about nothing. But we ended up singing the most random songs- "Found a Peanut," "There's A Hole In The Bucket," etc. that I never thought anybody else over the age of 10 knew. I think Leslie was a little confused by it all, although she was able to join in when we debated Sesame Street versus Lamb Chop, and their respective songs.

It's unfair, really, anything people say to me is fair game to end up here. Oh well. I was singing to myself as I restocked the shelves, since the Muzak was turned off. Jen said I was like "Our own private little radio station." I can think of more useful talents, like an innate understanding of organic chemistry. But I suppose being able to sing most songs that come on the radio, and always having CDs, and being able to match snippets of songs to almost any conversation, isn't the worst ability to have. My music rules the back room (since the radio doesn't work much), and sometimes people even enjoy my mix of '80's rock and contemporary Christian. And if all else fails, I amuse people. I've always been a good class clown, and if I can brighten people's day by singing "Chicago" and "The Sound of Music" verbatim, at utterly random times... then that can only be a good thing.