So, today we were doing production floor work - mindless, repetitive ****** that makes you sweat, but rakes in the dough. So we had the media PC playing.
Each of us has our own directory of music, where we've mirrored our collections for the public good.
Winamp, in it's infinite wisdom, chose to play a Michelle Branch song. Immediately, everyone went into accusation mode, and a full inquiry began.
It was discovered that my directory not only contained a Michelle Branch song - but SCADS of Michelle Branch songs. I insisted to look for myself - and verified that it did indeed match every tenet of my collection - perfect tags, PAR2 files, rigid filenaming and directory structure. It looked like it belonged. Nobody else is that anal retentive about their collection's structure, and they view PAR2's as a complete and total waste of space because "MP3s can't corrupt". Even the file timestamps matched with other albums that I knew I'd put on there.
Anyway, I admitted that they were mine, because I was staring at prettymuch indisputable evidence. However, upon returning home, I checked our music server here (which contains my entire collection stored on the above mentioned server, plus MUCH more) - THERE IS NO FRICKIN' MICHELLE BRANCH HERE! Some bastard planted it.
Now I need to formulate a plan to regain my manhood. Or something.
Each of us has our own directory of music, where we've mirrored our collections for the public good.
Winamp, in it's infinite wisdom, chose to play a Michelle Branch song. Immediately, everyone went into accusation mode, and a full inquiry began.
It was discovered that my directory not only contained a Michelle Branch song - but SCADS of Michelle Branch songs. I insisted to look for myself - and verified that it did indeed match every tenet of my collection - perfect tags, PAR2 files, rigid filenaming and directory structure. It looked like it belonged. Nobody else is that anal retentive about their collection's structure, and they view PAR2's as a complete and total waste of space because "MP3s can't corrupt". Even the file timestamps matched with other albums that I knew I'd put on there.
Anyway, I admitted that they were mine, because I was staring at prettymuch indisputable evidence. However, upon returning home, I checked our music server here (which contains my entire collection stored on the above mentioned server, plus MUCH more) - THERE IS NO FRICKIN' MICHELLE BRANCH HERE! Some bastard planted it.
Now I need to formulate a plan to regain my manhood. Or something.
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