so when do I get to start ignoring my co-workers with my earbuds?

I am good for that. I miss all the office gossip, gripes and tantrums because I can’t hear any of it while wearing my earbuds.

At one job, I even had a playlist named specifically for the marketing department and its loud Monday morning weekend updates. I absolutely did not care about their sons’ soccer games and their daughters’ gymnastic camps. After one episode of pure psychosis brought on by the madness, Q gave me noise-canceling, over-the-ear headphones to drown everybody out. These days, he and I both use Bose in-ear headphones. Mine are out for repair, which is just as well. Let’s not start the new gig behind a wall of Dwight Yoakam and Guster.

I’ll try to send you guys a smoke signal sometime today to let you know how it’s going. As long as my former director doesn’t show up unexpectedly, I’ll be fine.

Until then, think of me as you dance to Check Yes Juliet. I love this song.