Have a Holly Jolly Bite Me!
Grrrr! Today is Monday, 11/3/08. It's my birthday. Yes, I'm another year older, wanna make something of it? These decrepit middle-aged hands still got some slapping left in them!
Down in the lobby here at work, they are unpacking the Christmas trees and decking the friggin' halls. It is just too early. All of the tinsel and fa-la-la-la-la makes me want to gag. I've got to look at that junk for 2 months.
Apparently it will be a Caucasion Santa year also. Last year was African-American Santa year. They use the same junk every year, but re-paint everything, because it stays out in the sun and heat for 2 months and gets pretty badly weathered. How freakin' hard is it to use different colors of paint, so that there is a Santa diversity? I'm hoping for gray or green Alien Santas next year.
And there is a large animated Disney display every year. Behind a white picket fence. Behind velvet ropes. Behind the "Do Not Touch" sign. Is it just me, or doesn't it seem cruel to put something like that at tabletop level - INSIDE A CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL - and then forbid the sick kiddies from touching it? I've seen - many times - seen kiddies take off running, hit the ground and slide under the rope like they are sliding into second base. They just want to touch the magic, but instead they get into trouble.
The annual giant gingerbread house decorating day will be coming soon. It's made witih real gingerbread, icing, and candy. The kiddies can eat all they want while they are making this big construction project, but after that, it is also put behind velvet signs and ropes. Of course, by the time the holiday arrives, it's been pretty much picked clean by interns on night shift. Again, seems needlessly cruel to forbid the kiddies from touching.
Outside, it is sunny, 75 degrees, and a beautiful autumn day. Inside, it's the friggin' North Pole.
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