My song is love.

Aside from an irate gentleman shouting, "You can't spell T Nutty?" at me over the phone (No, and I am proud), working at Tower has been cool beans thus far.

I had to put him on hold and ask someone else what the hell he was talking about. I was going to tell him my speciality was mopey British rock, but decided against it. I told my manager that when he hired me, and now they all make fun of me. Whenever something I like gets played over the speakers, they feign sobbing and sway back and forth because it's "emo-fago-music to feel sorry for yourself by."

Yeah, so? That's what I do best.