I didn't realise. It's 2:30 and it’s office line dancing time. Is this a daily event? Weekly? Spontaneous?
No, really.
Somebody is blasting Shania on a stereo somewhere and the whole office has gathered to practise their line dancing skills.
SHANIA.
Now they've turned off the music and somebody is counting out a beat. There is much laughter. What the hell department am I in?
Scratch that. The music is back on. And there is clapping. Not applause. Clapping along.
I want to come home now.
People are now SINGING THE FRAK ALONG!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I'm goin' out tonight
I'm feelin' alright
I'm gonna let it all hang out
I'm gonna make some noise,
Really raise my voice.
Yeah I'm gonna scream and shout
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The lyrics are courtesy of my co-worker who started e-mailing them to me when I told him this. I sure as hell do not know them.
Two words (well, technically three): Pandora Radio, Headphones...
Posted by: Mishka | Saturday, 05 November 2011 at 01:25