But, I have an arch-enemy. It’s not a person, actually, it’s a song. It’s Call Me Maybe. That song is like a bad rash — just keeps coming back no matter what I do to get it out of my life.
I work with a star of a colleague named Louise and she’s a fan of Call Me Maybe. She knows I hate it and taunts me on the regular. I thought I’d bested her by sending her the Cookie Monster version. If I’m honest, I kind of liked it when Cookie Monster did it — “I’m off my rocker, I need Betty Crocker.” Those folks are brilliant. I recommitted to the hate soon after Cookie, though.
But then today, there was this:
I give up.