Enough: Huck the Folidays 2

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

I've put this off for about two weeks now, but I have fucking had it.

I go to work to ... work. Yes, work, of all things. I have a job to do, I think I do it reasonably well. So when I go to the office, and I work in an office, I am there to work. My job is to be there for my agents and input numbers into spreadsheets for Corp X.

That being said...

There is a reasonable expectation that a work environment will be maintained. Note I didn't say "professional." We're there to work. We have fun, sure, but when it's time to get down to business, we kick ass and take names.

In my world, a work environment DOES NOT INCLUDE CHRISTMAS MUSIC BEING PLAYED OVER THE SPEAKERS.

We've brought it to management. We've got religious objections from both sides (I'm an agnostic who doesn't give two shits; I've got co-workers who say Santa and Frosty aren't part of their holiday). We've got objections all around. And yet...

I've heard at least 10 different versions of "Jingle Bells."

I don't give a fuck if it's a white Christmas.

I don't give a fuck what color Rudolph's nose is or about little drummer boys. The only thing I want roasting on an open fire are the goddamn songs and the Barney Fife fucker who insists we listen to it to "lighten the mood" at the call center.

Give me a fucking break. You want to lighten the mood? Let's start with holiday bonuses and better pay for all parties involved. Mariah Carey sounding like a wounded wildebeast while she sings about being home for the holidays puts most of us in a homicidal rage, not a "light mood" -- unless you consider the fact we'd rather kill with our bare hands instead of with chainsaws and machetes.

But I digress.

If I want to listen to shitty holiday music at work, I'd go back to making $6 an hour and I'd be working at the mall. But gee, that sucked ass and I don't feel the need to work retail ever again.

Am I a "grinch"? To some people, sure. But I believe in giving all year, not just one month of the year. Caring and compassion are a daily part of my life. I believe in being educated instead of following doctrine and dogma; yes, do some research into the origins of Christmas. There's a reason why trees are symbolic and it has nothing to do with wise men or donkeys or babies in mangers. Really.

I don't believe in the commercialism and how people have become brain-washed to believe the bigger and more expensive the present, the more you love someone. How about having love in your life everyday, and telling people you love them? That's going to mean more than anything you can buy in a store. Spending time with family is another constant, assuming you've got family nearby. And family doesn't have to mean blood relatives.

I've got more to say about all of this, but I'm not sure if I want to get into it. I know I don't tonight -- I've got egg nog to drink, a tree to trim and Christmas music to listen to.

Now excuse me while I go kill the shit out of some stuff on the PS2.