I knew Halloween would be a festive event at work. What I didn't expect was for everyone to decide that after lunchtime, no more work needed to be done. I'd have been all for slacking off were there not deadlines I needed to meet. Nobody else seemed to have a damn thing to do other than talk loudly, show off costumes, and decorate cubicles.
Then there was the trick-or-treating. Yes, people brought their children around to trick-or-treat at cubicles. How fucking lame is that? There was candy near me, so I heard a few of the little urchins, but fortunately their parents moved them along quickly. Schnell! schnell! On to the next cubicle before all the good candy is gone!
I didn't appreciate the trick-or-treating, but the adults were even more disruptive because they just wouldn't shut up and let some of us work. I finally gave up and went to a conference room full of costume-clad worker bees carving pumpkins, side tables full of snacks, and a big tub of beer. I thought a bottle of Guinness would go down nicely. I was disappointed. No flavor whatsoever! Nothing like Guinness on draft.
The kids left. The so-called adults left. Finally, I left, and I went home to glorious un-disruption. I know there were trick-or-treaters in the area, because I drove past them, but they stayed away from my little corner of hell.
Another Halloween successfully dodged. Here's to no trick-or-treaters bothering me at home, and no bottled Guinness ever again.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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4 comments:
Top comments. I had my husband dress up as Leatherface and appear round the side of the house brandishing a strimmer at screaming children and their horrified parents. Now thats a fucking trick! Youre the ones sending your precious offspring out begging... and I'm the cunt????
Get. A. Life. It's Halloweeeeeeeeeeeeeen. Is your job so important? Really? Is that all you are? Your job? OK, have kids, don't have kids, that's your prerogative. But ffs, at least do something, like sail around Australia, have a bit of fun. I have kids. If I had to live my life without them, I would have fun! Because your career is a scam; it will eat up your time, it will make money for your boss who doesn't give a f**k about you at the end of the day! Don't live for your job, sail around Australia, bungee jump off the Eiffel tower. Don't act like Eb Scrooge on Christmas Eve!
You need to lighten up. You seem very tight assed and miserable.
Lighten up? Whuhthuhfuh?
***I*** will decide when and where to take my recreation, and how, and with whom. These goddamned enforced Hallmark holidays in the workplace, I have no time for.
Fuck Christmas too. Bunch of superstitious magic out of the heads of people who haven't evolved in the past 6,000 years.
People who want to be hive-dwelling titsuckers and babylickers--great, you have all the chances you could possibly want, and Big Daddy is profiting off your conformity while tossing you hard candy from the back of the fire engine.
As for me and mine, WE will choose what to celebrate. And when. And how. The last people I'd want to do any of that with are the corporate drones who populate the offices around me.
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