My headphones are broken.
These headphones are the only way I can hold onto my sanity when things get loud at work. I have a very hard time tuning out the chatter (some would call it a hen party, but I don’t think it’s as much a party as a bitch session) when I’m working on anything complicated. Anyway, if I don’t want to hear someone’s loud opinions about Obamacare or whether the stoplight at the corner is working correctly or if it’s going to rain tomorrow, I put on my headphones and tune into some music.
Today, they started up again (bitching about someone who sprayed lysol everywhere because somebody else came to work sick or some shit) so I put on Theory of a Deadman, tossed on my headset, and horror of horrors – only the left ear bud is working.
OH NOES!
This is truly one of those first world problems if there ever was one, but still; I’m going to have to take a few minutes and mourn the passing of some of the best headphones I’ve ever had. I am not talking about dollar-store headphones, nor are they fucking Beats by whomever beats it, but they are damn fine headphones. Or were. I’ve had them about eight years. More or less.
After an appropriate mourning period, I may have to go shopping.
(Okay, next song came on, I think that’s long enough). R.I.P. Sennheiser.
I know EXACTLY what you mean. I need music or I can’t write code. Also, the new guy in the next cube slurps Every. Drink. Of. Coffee.
And he drinks it all day long. I would cry without my ear buds.
I feel your pain. That happened to me one too many times. Now I keep headphones at my desk, another pair in my purse and another in my tote bag.