They pay you for this?

As I discovered yesterday, it is someone’s job at Jillian’s/Lucky Strike to turn music on during commercials of the Patriots game. No, seriously. Dude goes to work at, say, 12:30PM on a Sunday. Sits at a table in the middle of the bar with his own personal HD TV of the football game, a laptop and some massive headphones, and spends a few hours ensuring classics like ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’ and ‘Crazy B**tch’ play instead of commercials. Serving a dual purpose: Making me realize just how insanely many commercials there are during football games. And, making me wonder (say it with me now!): Why is this not my job?

I Want That Job

I would like to introduce a new segment that we’ll call “Jobs That Should Be Mine.” (It’s so important, I’m capitalizing un-deserving words.) Alternate title/tagline: WHY IS THIS NOT MY JOB?

1) I originally thought of this idea when I saw this book at the LAX airport: A book about travel, random facts and movies? WHY IS THIS NOT MY JOB?

2) PopWatch writer on EW.com.

Poor Trevor, to whom I send countless links every day for an entry that I particularly relate to. Most of the time, because they express thoughts that I have had. Like:

I got an email from one of my coworkers tonight saying this may have been the best Office episode ever. And while I have to respectfully disagree with that assessment (I'm going "Office Olympics", if not "Christmas party"), I will go out on a limb and say it was the most Office-y Office of all time. You kinda got it all: ambiguous conference room party, awkward dialogue, hysterical behavior, circumstances so heightened it's unlikely they'd occur in the realm of reality, and a painful gap between Jim and Pam. (We'll get to that at the end.) Whether it totally satisfied as an episode depends on your personal tolerance for all those things.

Seriously. Parenthetical writing. Opinions about 'The Office.' Rambling sentences. WHY IS THIS NOT MY JOB?

More to come, I’m [unfortunately] sure.