Muzak...
I've spent a few hours working at my old summer office job last week (and this week, and next week). The one difference I've noticed since the summer? They now play muzak in the office. Not music, but muzak. You know the kind; the music they play while you wait in any office, and it's often the stuff that you can't stand for more than 10 minutes. You know, that Love Theme from The Titanic played on a squeaky saxophone but a 5 year old.
I swear that there must be a CD compilation called "Office Classics" available in volumes 1 through 2784 (next month's instalment "Office Classics 2785: Ode to the stapler").