Blog About a Song: Everything In Its Right Place

My second job after graduating from college was at this company that handled all sorts of real estate transactions.  I got the job through a temporary agency.  I'm assuming they thought I was qualified because I had a reasonable grasp of the English language, so I must be able to write.

The job was writing abstracts of commercial leases, a skill I would, hard as this is to believe, later use as an independent contractor, putting together a lease for a friend of a friend.  It was horrible, tedious work, and I struggled to stay awake every single day that I was there.

It was also my first real exposure to the corporate world, or at least the "Office Space" world.  I don't know that I'd ever worked in a cubicle before this job, but I would certainly work in one after it.  There were a few offices in rows that served as makeshift walls for the vast expansive of cubicles within.  One of the important people in an office made all of his calls on speaker phone, even though he was the only one on his end.  I learned more about commercial real estate than I ever wanted to know.

I had to get up relatively early for this job, because it was out in the suburbs of Atlanta, or OTP -- Outside the Perimeter.  The perimeter was a highway that ran around the city, so everything outside of that was considered the suburbs.

Honestly, I never went OTP other than for that job.  I really never left my neighborhood if I could avoid it, and my neighborhood had everything I needed.  Even when I had friends who lived OTP, I would try to convince them to come to me.

I have never been a morning person, and remember that this was only a few months after I graduated from college, so getting up in the morning had yet to become a regular thing.  While I like coffee, for some reason I decided to make a change, so instead of filling my travel mug with java, I filled it with Lemon Zinger tea.

I don't know which came first: listening to the above song by Radiohead as soon as I got into the car in the morning or drinking this tea -- because the two are strangely connected.  Listen to the song.  It's pretty bizarre.

The song is fairly depressing and that probably seems like an odd choice for the first thing I heard as I started my commute.  But I need time to wake up, and I don't have the energy for anything upbeat.  To this day, my commute mixes start with a few relatively slow songs, building into more upbeat fare.

I worked at that job for three months, ten years ago, and every time I hear this song I think of that drive.