October 30, 2003

My Boss Loves Michael Bolton

It's confirmed. I walked by his office this morning on the way to mine and heard Bolton wailing "How Am I Supposed To Live Without You" in that distinctive, agonizingly strained way of his that makes you think he has a 50-pound barbell plate tied to his genitalia, which he lets drop when he has to sing a particularly high part. Sure it hurts. But an artist sometimes has to make sacrifices for his art.

Anyway, the bossman just looked up and said "hi" to me. All casual, as though he were engaged in some sort of normal, wholesome, non-humiliating activity instead of listening to Michael Bolton.

I had to go listen to about 10 minutes of James Brown just to feel okay again.

Posted by Mr Green at October 30, 2003 08:54 AM

That guy sounds like an AssClown.

Posted by: Blackfive at October 30, 2003 10:07 AM



Posted by: Susie at October 30, 2003 04:33 PM

Don't get me wrong; I've got a great gig. But I'm thinking of reporting him to HR when the day comes that I leave for the next job. I mean, Michael Bolton? The least the man could do is get some friggin' headphones.

Posted by: Mister Green at October 30, 2003 09:44 PM

Actually I think you need to report him to Amnesty International....

Posted by: Susie at November 3, 2003 11:30 AM