Momma Mia! How Can I Resist Ya?

I've been listening to a new radio station at work for a couple of weeks now. Being that I write a lot on my job, I cannot listen to wacky radio banter and expect the words that come out of me to sound sane. Come to think of it, I can't listen to inane wacky radio banter in any circumstance.

The station I listen to now is one of those nationwide corporate stations that is computer generated, so there is no time, temp, news, or obnoxious hosts who blather on about nothing. And although they play some great 70's, 80's and 90's favs, they tend to be on a giant loop and I hear the same songs each day--but sort of mixed up. I think they secretly just turn the loop on at different times so that your brain thinks it's a new mix each day. I usually like the songs, so that doesn't really bother me much. I just sing along and think "Didn't I hear that yesterday?". Yeah, probably.

I typically don't mind the repetition except for one song that is driving me nuts. It's my daily humjob--you know, the song that keeps running in your head long after it's over on the radio? Mine is "Momma Mia" by Abba. Kill me now.

I type singing Momma Mia. I write articles singing Momma Mia. I eat, pee, email, and make copies to Momma Mia. I come home and sing Momma Mia to the cats and nobody in particular. It's on a giant loop in my brain and it is driving me nuts.

Now my cube mate, Irene--she's another story. She's all "Turn it up! I LOVE Momma Mia!" and singing along with me and Jan or whatever his name is. She's digging that song and I want to rip my ears off. She's all happy back there in here cubicle clicking away in time to Abba, and me--well, I know the words now and I never did before. It is not a good sign.

I'm hoping by sending this song onto to your brain to loop over and over again, that it will somehow spare me another day of this. Please, someone stop the madness.

Momma Mia, I hate this song.