On certain days at Atlas HQ, there are five or six of us here at one time. We’re each doing different things—either shipping or designing or customer servicing or photographing or spreadsheeting (I swear to GOD that even though there are just six of us, eleven of us are doing nothing but making spreadsheets). We do those things when we are not eating doughnut holes in the kitchen. And we all listen to music while we’re doing whatever it is we do.
Atlas is a vast, echoing space, and six people playing six different kinds of music all at once does create kind of a fascinating cacophony. You don’t really hear six different good separate things; you just hear one really bad mixed-up thing and I regret to tell you that ABBA is involved a lot more often than I would like to admit.
We divined that problem quickly (the mixed-up one, not the ABBA one) and all of us now use headphones (or earbuds or earhole sticks or ear corks or iBud cobs or WHATEVER they’re called), but honestly (in my case) I think they increase the daily task error rate; one day I was listening to The Ballad of Sally Rose on my ear-Victrola and when I went to process the labels for all the packages, I had written “Emmylou Harris” on all twenty-seven of them instead of your names. So I guess you can listen a little too closely if you’re not careful. I hope Emmylou enjoyed the four hundred skeins of yarn I shipped out to her!
On Sundays I occasionally come in for “alone time” just to knock out some complicated tasks uninterrupted. Sometimes “alone time” is just fancy talk for “unwitnessed temper tantrum” but sometimes the dulcet tones of a good temper tantrum beat an opera aria any day and let me tell you: I can out-shout Enrico Caruso himself when I need to. No tape dispenser in this building has gone uncursed at; no lost box-cutter has ever even thought of losing its ever-loving self again, that’s for sure. They learned their lesson but good.
I always listen to music as loudly as possible when I’m here alone. It’s a spooky building with a lot of creaks and groans and look: if I wanted to hear creaks and groans, I’d just listen to, oh, the ’70s Sirius XM channel (ba dum bump! And I kid, don’t @ me). Lonely Sundays also mean I can sing along at the top of my lungs, and I do apologize to the estates of both Rodgers AND Hammerstein for that. Tra la la! I SAID TRA LA LA!
To celebrate the sound of music, here’s a superspecial giveaway of a few of our … favorite things.
Our Skill Set Box of Joy.
How to enter? Two steps:
Step 1: Sign up for our weekly newsletter, Snippets, right here. If you’re already subscribed, you’re set.
Step 2: Leave a comment letting us know which Rodgers and Hammerstein soundtracks and ABBA songs are getting the most play lately on your “earbuds or earhole sticks or ear corks or iBud cobs” or whichever knittertainments you’re enjoying these days.
Deadline for entries: Monday, July 5, 11:59 PM Central time. We’ll draw a random winner from the entries. Winner will be notified by email.
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