8 hours and 4 walls...

There was a time when my colleges at one work I had critized me and didn't understand how I could work and properly concentrate in what was doing with music playing in my office working station (PC) and sometimes singing it as working (never been a problem to me and dealing with numbers) .

Oh, the working station thing is a line I've always wanted to use since a saw that american serie where Kiefer Sutherland was protagonist, entitled 24.

The thing is that before that I used to do ground work (the same organization). I was the chief of a group of tax auditors and our job was to ensure enterprises and any other busyness were properly calculating and paying the corresponding taxes amounts according to the activity they carried out and the stablished procedures of the current legislation at the time.

Sounds complicated but no, it was quite simple once you are trained enough in it (as I was). Dealing with the taxpayers once the job was done and informing them the debts amounts to pay out of the committed errors was another thing (Very complex sometimes).

We normally used to be out of the office and only went there to deliver the taxpayer report and file containing the evidences gathered to back up our findings and the amounts owed to the state budget after our job was finished and all taxes were reviewed.

Anyway, one of the supervisors at the office went out of the country and 9ne supervisor was needed in the area. I was almost forced to take her place. It was kind of a promotion, one I didn't want though. I couldn't bare being 8 hours stucked inside a fucken 4 walls office doing something I didn't really like as good as I could also be at it. I liked it better out in the ground. Always knowing new people, facing new challenges and constantly on the move.

They said they needed my knowledges badly, that it was gonna be temporary, bla,bla,bla.
I was conviced and that's how I ended up seating in front of my "working station" 😁, reviewing the ground work of my tax auditors colleges and supporting in the newbies teachings.

What they didn't know is I was so sticked to music that I would be spending the whole fucking 8 hours with music helping me out to bare those 4 fucken walls and calming down my desire to scream the fuck out of there. They(my office colleges) also had something against music, or against my music likes anyway, which they, in some way were forced to listen the whole 8 hours cause even if it wasn't too loud, it could clearly get to them since the office was a quite small one. There was no way they could get rid of my music like me from their 4 fucken walls and their violet baby cologne smell.

No that I have anything against that smell, in babies, not in adults, I hated it in adults.

So we were even.

They had me at the office for 6 months and then they sent me back free to the ground work.

Yeah!!! Music helped and also my constants requests and reminders that that was gonna be temporary. I wanted to be out of there damn it!!!!.

I have to admit, I selected my more unusual music likes to the office time, I knew they were not gonna be comfortable and also programmed the music player of the PC with all the playlists added to start automatically when the computer was turned on. As the printer was in my desk installed to my PC, they needed it on to network print, so even if I had not arrived or wasn't there at the moment the music started by itself.

Dickhead? Yeah, maybe a little. It was a bit fun too.

What can I say? Had to do something, I didn't even wanted to be there anyway, right?

,Well, probably you won't like the songs I played for them at the time, but it's ok, you don't have to, neither to be 8 hours listening to them, you don't have to even give it a try right now, but you are lucky anyway cause I won't give you the long burst of Flamenco (Spanish music) I gave them then, since this is an english only community and I don't wanna take muting risks with my Australian strict friend.

I'll only give you the rocky ones(4 of the lot of them) from the folder I undusted and took out to my home saturday listening and my #saturdayselections sharing. Enjoy (or not, sorry)