Music Makes the People Come Together

It's very quiet where I work. It might even be much more quiet in the building where I work with about 3000 (literally) other people than it was when I worked from home by myself all day.

Oh sure, there's some noise. Someone the other side of the enormous room that I cannot see honks very loudly when he blows his nose. At least I hope it's a "he". There is a constant hum and murmur of voices talking quietly broken by the occasional cough, sneeze or laugh.

I mostly don't mind it, but I've already had a few moments when I've been tempted stand up from my chair so fast that it rolls backwards and bangs into my credenza, raise my open arms to the sky, or the dropped foam ceiling, and burst into song. Possibly including a little modern interpretive dance number where I gyrate all sexy-like.

Especially because the man in the cubicle next to mine has a name that makes me think of a song every time I hear it. I want to butcher his name with music. He's a nice man who has been very helpful and supportive of me during my first week of work there. He's an older man who has worked at this company for almost 30 years. His oldest child is the same age as me.

I find myself humming the song or singing it under my breath when he answers his phone, so cheerfully, "Hello! This is So & So!" Still, I don't know that he would appreciate me singing

Hey Mister D.J.
Put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby
Do you like to boogie-woogie
Do you like to boogie-woogie
Do you like to boogie-woogie
Do you like my Acid Rock?

at top volume, like I want to do, in his sweet, silver haired, old man face.

I don't even like Madonna that much, but his name demands that this song should be sung. In his face.

I'm a singer. Did you know that?

I sing constantly. In the shower, in the car, in the kitchen, this house is constantly filled with noise. My noise. My singing. I didn't realize just how often I was singing until I chose to go to a place every day where it really isn't appropriate to make noise all day. People are trying to work. It's very serious.

Which, naturally, makes me want to sing Big Noise From Winettka at full volume.

BTW - My best friend Amy is also a constant singer. She's really good at changing the words to songs. Most recently when I was down for a visit she was spouting out that old Ace of Base song All That She Wants Is a Baked Potato. Catchy, eh?

Another of my favorites for you Who fans out there:

Welcome back my friends to the butt that never ends

We're so glad you could attend

Come inside, come inside

You have to use inward waving hand motions with this one for the "come inside" part.