Every “Behind the Music” or “True Hollywood Story” episode shows musicians hating each other’s guts and breaking up their bands the first whiff of success. The only exception to this rule that I’ve witnessed was a BTM tribute to Weird Al Yankovic, who seems extremely well adjusted.

Members of corporate cover bands report the opposite sentiments. Instead of sparking creative civil wars and jealous temper tantrums, company-sponsored rock music reportedly inspires teamwork, employee solidarity and boosted morale.

So says the members of EneROCK, a Boston-based corporate band that just returned from a competition at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. EneROCK vied for the title of Best Corporate Band, and you can find out how well they fared by diving into this week’s “Working Stiff” column.

EneROCK is sponsored by EnerNOC, an energy management firm that conserves electricity for big corporations.

In the meantime, check out EneROCK’s version of Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lot of Love” performed at the Northeast regional competition in Manhattan:

The Hall of Fame, which raises money for music education programs with the competition, does Google checks on all the entrants to make sure they have not previously signed a record deal. Banning companies from hiring popular musicians for their bands ensures the competition’s integrity.

It also protects the company from a “Simpsons-like” scenario in which the nuclear power plant once hired major league ballplayers such as Roger Clemens and Ken Griffey Jr. to fill out the company softball team!

If you missed Herald columnist Peter Gelzinis’ tribute to the Herald press room guys, it is absolutely must reading.

Marking the last day the Herald printed its papers in Boston (it now contracts out to a press in Chicopee), Gelzinis profiled brothers Danny and Dennis Messing, who had 80 ink-stained years of service between them:

“Dealing with ancient machinery that would often burn, or explode, or blow crucial gaskets, the guys Danny and Dennis worked with and alongside stayed true to a sacred obligation of keeping the presses running . . . even if that meant using ropes, leather straps, weights and spare parts cobbled from adjoining presses.”

“Danny recalled the old boss who crystallized his job description this way. “ ‘Kid,’ he says to me, ‘even if you don’t know what the hell to do when a press goes down, do something, because that paper’s gotta get out on the street.’ ”

Sounds like the Messing brothers were just like MacGyver.

Herald columnist Joe Fitzgerald also chimes in here.

I agree with Gelzinis that witnessing these guys’ forced retirement is like losing “an arm or a leg and continu(ing) on, though life is never the same.”

I don’t work in the Herald newsroom, but when I have worked in other newsrooms, there was nothing like watching the headlines whisk by on the machines like a scene from an old black and white movie. You almost felt like you’d see WAR DECLARED! or DEWEY BEATS TRUMAN! coming off the conveyor belt.

Even though I’ve never met any of these guys, they also feel like family because they remind me of my grandfather, Bob Tubin, who drove a Herald delivery truck for 30 years. He loved his job and was proud to be associated with the newspaper, even though it was bundles of them that crushed his hip during a freak accident.

These departing press room guys seem to harbor that same bottomless pride.

Via Facebook, here’s the best economic satire I’ve read since MAD magazine in the mid-1970s.

Unfortunately, this widely circulated spoof does not credit the author. And, on second read, it becomes more depressing than funny.

From Ministry of Treasury - Urgent Help Needed

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Yours Faithfully,

Minister of Treasury Paulson

One of the funniest “worst job” stories I’ve encountered lately comes from ex-video store clerk Kevin Smokler, who contributes to the new workplace anthology, “The Customer is Always Wrong.”

“Corduroy Jacket charged through my front door and
stopped about five feet in. Pointing a finger at my head, she
yelled out a single word . . .

“Gladiator!”

Video-store clerks dream about these moments. Customers
who get intimidated by browsing will stand in the center of the
store calling out movie names. Not “Excuse me? Could you help
me find Star Wars?” but “Star Wars? Star Wars?” as if the movie
will appear from behind a corner and leap into their lap.

This is the video business equivalent of Are You My Mother?, which has
not seemed to carry over to other businesses. (Do you go the
post office and yell out “Stamps!” to no one in particular?)

As such, clerks spend hours coming up with smart-ass answers to
these inquiries. A man once came in and shouted “A Few Good
Men!” at me. I answered “Why? Am I not enough for you?”

In another few weeks, when the last video rental store shuts down, it will be much more difficult for movie tyrants to boss people around on Netflix or iTunes.

A popular t-shirt at the Democratic National Convention featured the name “Obama” spelled out in the lightning AC/DC font. But Barack Obama’s cult status has gone way beyond rock star — he’s now viewed through a superhero lens.

Obamaheads at the DNC were snapping up souvenir tees portraying their savior as both Superman and Batman. Judge for yourself which pair of tights looks better on the Illinois senator. As far as headgear goes, Superman Obama looks slicker. He’s got that hatless Kennedy thing going on.

The problem with Batman’s real cowl is it covers up the face, making a “realistic” BatObama undistinguishable from a BatMcCain or a BatClinton (that’s how a Michael Keaton could get away with being Batman). So t-shirt designer Aaron cut back on the cowl, showing more Barack.

Problem is, some potential customers say the Bat ears look like the Devil’s horns. At least according to the guy at the t-shirt stand.

I don’t see Satan in the cartoon mugshot above, but it does look like the Bat cowl is too tiny for Obama’s head. A quick redesign could remedy this by putting the Bat ears further apart on the sides of the head. Adam West’s costume designer set the standard: