Having to hear bad music gets old fast as ****

You do you but I had a job at a boat dock for a few months one summer that was like that and it drove me nuts. After a certain point, partying and doing nothing at work is just as agonizing and restrictive as waiting until you get home to party and do nothing. It was the only job where I was like, proactive and **** just to keep myself sane. If it's good for you then carry on though.

Should change my name to UnsolicitedAdviceland huh

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This is patently false btw.

Other people choosing the tunes is ultimately unbearable unless it was like one of you guys which is rare af

Commercial radio 40 hours a week rivals homelessness in horror

Disagree so much. Best jobs I ever had were the most idle. I once had a graveyard shift where I could even sleep. And jobs where you can read... praise be.

1. How long did you hold onto those?
2. Different strokes obviously.

Listening to your own tunes compared to not being able to is a huge difference.

Having the audio determined for me is devastating. Choosing the music is a big reclamation of my mental space. It’s ****ing invaluable.

Doesn’t mean the time is mine but it’s a damn significant

Night shift at a group home over a year. Janitor a bit less.

I understand, but if it's mindless, slow work then that appeal wears out quick for me.

Ever had a job where you can listen to what you want without the mundanity element?

Disregard that, this isn't a pissing contest on second thought. Took me two tries to recognize that.

Just saying that while inane gigs give you the opportunity for music, that doesn't outweigh the cost of doing inane work day in day out for me. If I could make music (and have partying opportunities) for just an hour out of the workday, that'd be worth it though.

Not really.

Maybe 30% of the day when teaching.

But if youre stuck in a mundane job doing it with Cecil Taylor instead of Bon Jovi in your ears is... **** I don’t even need to say it.

At this point now where my head is at there’s no job in the world I know of that sounds rewarding. I’d rather sit in solitary confinement and listen to jazz than be a world class surgeon. I’m sick of working. I don’t want to work period.