I am not a huge fan of the music that is played at work.  I hold the opinion that workplaces should stay PG-13.  I agree that freedom of speech should be cherished.  But when you are at the jobsite, you need to play nice.  No swearing, no disrespecting; adopt a kid-gloves mentality. 

When I hear coworkers blaring angry shouting-into-microphones-with-too-much-bass-music, it stresses me out.  When I hear music about sleeping around and calling women derogatory names, it bothers me. 

However, I freely admit that my life has less stressors than others’.  Go ahead and take this test.  I believe I scored just under the beginning threshold.  A score of 150 seems about right for my life.

Honestly, I do not have any ancestors that were treated as slaves.  I have not been run over by a minivan.  I am not breaking up with my significant other who wants to be in an open relationship.  No divorces, no deaths, and no debt.  I always argue that I am richly blessed. 

Yes, I wish people would play different music.  But I am not recovering from PTSD.  I am not about to be evicted.  I do not have shackles on my legs as I work.  Sadly, that cannot be said for everyone.

Besides, if we start dictating how our coworkers behave, we end up in a clone colony.  Do you want to live the life of The Island?  Of Equals?  Even Stepford Wives?  I think not. 

Plenty of wackos out there.  They all have to earn a living.  Might as well enjoy the parts we find delightful and try to gloss over the points that are irritating.

(Unless they are being flat-out abusive to others.  That, we do not put up with.  Nuh-uh.)