A couple of weeks ago I got a call to participate in a survey. Normally I take full of advantage of having an advertising degree and work in advertising and be all yeah, no, I work in advertising ::click:: whenever I get such a call.
But this time, this time, they mentioned it was about music before I even had an opportunity to be bitchy.
"Yes, music. We're doing a survey for radio stations..."
"I LOVE MUSIC!"
"Um, great. So I have a few questions..."
"OKAY, DID I MENTION I LOVE MUSIC?"
"Yes, ma'am, you did. Does anyone in your household work in the advertising field?"
Gawdamnitdamnitdamnit. Sigh. "Yes, I do - but! It's on the internet! With blogs!"
"Is on the internet. With blogs. Totally unrelated to the music field." Squee!
"Um... hold, please." ::pause:: "Could I ask you a few questions?"
So after I answered the questions and she decided I could totally participate, I was told to expect a call in the next few weeks.
Last night, the call arrived.
"Okay, ma'am. We're going to play a part of a song for you and you need to decide how to rate it. One is unfamiliar, two is hate; three is don't like, four is tired of it; five is neutral, six is like and seven is favorite."
And then it went like this....
easy again, favorite
FAVORITE (and where's my goddamn "omg, this kicks ass!" button?)
like (whew, I bet they were starting to think I wasn't paying any damn attention)
FAVORITE (but kinda old. seriously? shouldn't you be asking me about new stuff?)
"Hey Griffin! They're playing Franz Ferdinand!" "Favorite it, Mom! FAVORITE IT!"
Favorite. Like, duh. Totally.
My poor seven button is gonna break at this point.
And then they played Creed. And honestly, I was going to embed it. But then I couldn't do that to my wonderous blog. Creed? Seriously? I punched that two button about a million damn times.