Christmas Overload

I'm getting overloaded by the overly everpresent Christmas crap. Wild eyed people, sweaty faced and panting about how they just got back from the mall. Toys they HAD to get for their children. Getting hyped up about spending money. People feeding one another's commercially induced hyperactivity. And hearing Christmas music which seems to be more about modern Christmas decorating paraphanelia of silver bells, bows of holly and plastic Santas on the lawn than anything to do with either the birth of Christ or the period of darkness and hibernation the land goes through.

I actually like Christmas. But this rubbish is ruining it.

And I'm not much fond of the non-stop Christmas music. It's like being hit in the head with a hammer. Sometimes I actually think that might be more pleasant. You know what I like to listen to at Christmas? Reggae. And sometimes Hawaiian ukulele stuff. And maybe some Beatles thrown in.

On another note, I might go back to the call centre to work. I can't handle the negative atmosphere where I work now, from the customers or the boss. That man has really gone out of his way to make the staff hate him. Not only that, but he runs the place in an inefficient and half-assed fashion. He could do so much better, both in business and as a human being. But he doesn't seem to care. Sad.