Day 8 of Death by Caroling
*Ding dong ding dong, Christmas bells are ringing!” Well, bells can ring, but I’m closer to wringing. What I’ll be wringing will be entirely dependent upon what is stupid enough to come close enough for me to get my hands around it.
There. I got up and shut the damned thing off mid-“lovely chorus or two.” Now if it just stays off until I get out of here in an hour, I’ll be happy.
Yup, leaving in an hour to go to yet another doctor’s appointment. I’m nervous about this one … far more nervous than for previous doctor appointments of recent months. I haven’t seen this doctor for over a year now, and had hoped to have been given a clean bill of health on this part of things. And things might yet still be fine. I’m trying to tell myself not to worry until they hand me something concrete to worry about.
And besides, thirty-two years ago today, a bouncy baby Socialist was born into this world of capitalism and mayhem. A cause for celebration indeed, I’d say. I have his presents wrapped and ready, taunting him from the living room end table. Two more are set to arrive within the week, one of which he will definitely get right away, and one which may wait until Christmas. Tonight we’ll be dining at a Tex-Mex restaurant we’ve both taken a liking to.
Meanwhile, if I were to call things at work “chaotic”, I’d be underestimating the situation. I therefore abandon this update to go and do useful things, like putting out fires and containing small thermonuclear blasts.
Is it Friday yet?
musical accompaniment: Silence
Hey, best of luck at the doctor. Seriously.
Happy B-Day Socialist!!
I listened, briefly, to a seasonal music station last night. It was just awful.
I think it would drive me right over the edge and force me to slip a little Red Foxx into the system some way.
i bet that silence sounds great. good luck at the doc’s. hope everything turns out fine.
Happy birthday to the Socialist.
As for your Christmas Caroling Co-worker, have you considered waiting until he/she leaves for the day then hiding the source of music? Or leaving an letter from Annie Nonamous asking for it to be toned down?
Alli
Hey, allimom has got a point. But why leave it to hiding the tapes, why don’t you let out some of that steam caused by the stupid carols by completely ripping apart the tapes and then leaving them on his/her desk? I’m sure they’ll get the point. 😀
(((((((((((hugs)))))))))
I am sure your Drs. appt. will be just fine. Were there any serious worries, they would have shown up by now, yes?
*holds your hand through the appointment and whispers that the Drs. fly is open*
Take Care,
Bobbi
Happy Birthday to the Socialist.