I was once bed-ridden for two weeks with a throat infection from black mold inhalation and the radio was across the room out of reach. It was stuck on a station that continually played the same one song every other (to third) time all day long.
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I'm a party girl, in a party world.
I don't know who created that song, I don't even know all the lyrics to it. But I'm going to guess that the people who run the station are out to get me. That has to be one of the most obnoxious songs in the history of mankind.
The good news is that someone did eventually come to my aid and changed it to a classical station. I can take Bach all day, at least.
There was once a temp job that involved putting shirts on hangers. I was strapped for cash at the time and took it. The factory played Xmas ditties all day long, given that time of the year. It was one of the main reasons I had to quit (between that, having to get permission to take a leak, and there being doctors on hand to dole out anti-depressants). The songs just never stopped. They were all the same. I was not in the holiday cheer.