"FM"

You know when you have a job that you thought would be so great, and then it turns out you hate it. I really hate my freaking job.

It is raining out, and I have to tell people its raining. If you want to know the weather, turn your stupid fat head around and look out the freaking window.

...and don't even get me going about the news. News...who the hell cares? News is just another form of gossip. Get the writers to dress it up a bit and make it sound interesting, but let's look at it for what it really is...an invasion of freakin' privacy!

...and this music...isn't it getting worse? I mean, you can't really even call it music anymore can you? It is okay if you only know one note, but use it properly...and what ever happened to the human voice? Remember when people used to actually sing? What is this rap crap? Maybe rap is just short-form for crap?

I took a job as a radio announcer, because I thought it would be cool. Yeah, if you consider sitting in front of a microphone and bantering about stuff nobody cares about all while being paid minimum wage...cool?

Shit, damnit, crap, fuck it all to hell. I wish our brainless listeners would fuck off and die.

At that point, I looked up and saw the producer behind the glass wall.

He was looking at me oddly, and so was the engineer.

I looked up and saw The Light.

The microphone was on.