When I got fired, I joked that it was probably because you're the boss' daughter, and I had just politely asked you to turn down your music blasting through your ear buds. Now it turns out two other co-workers got canned, after asking that you turn down your music, which distracted everyone in our office. Apparently you even said something to the effect, "Tell me to turn down my music? Wait'll you see what happens!" I was happy to hear, however, that you read our pointed reviews of your entitled behavior on Glassdoor and shot one of my former coworkers a dirty look as they came into to get their final check. We all had a good laugh over that. I never knew you loved music so much, but now that I've gotten confirmation, I would advise you to at least change up your playlist. If you listened to something decent, and not that conscience-destroying schmaltz leaking into the ether as we tried to meet the unreasonable deadlines your Mommy and Daddy set for all of us, I could at least respect your insistence on your aural reign of terror. But it sounds like you'll be torturing more of your fellow co-workers until the office is empty of anyone not a blood relative or possessed of good hearing.