Letters

[brigdh]

Dear coworker of mine,
No, the radio station did not decide to start playing Christmas music early because "they wanted to lift people's spirits after all the tragedy this year, the hurricanes and all". Repeatedly saying so to our customers makes you sound like an idiot. They did it to make money. Also, your dog ate a rat. I do not think this necessitates a trip to a vet. It certaintly did not necessitate you freaking out, washing out his mouth, and brushing his teeth. He's a dog. He's designed to eat small scurrying things. Chill the fuck down.

No love,
Brigdh


Dear radio station that decided to start playing Christmas music on November 4th,
Go to hell. You go to hell, and you die. If I snap and kill someone after the next two months of constant cheesy carols, it will be all your fault. Also? If your playlist of Christmas music is so short that I had to listen to that goddamn "It's the most wonderful time of the year" song three times within a four-hour shift, maybe you shouldn't try to make it last for two months. Jesus! That's a sixth of the entire year, people.

Deepest hate,
Brigdh


And now I'm going to sit around and watch subbed anime on my computer, because I am so cool that that's what I do on Friday nights.

Comments

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

I feel for you more profoundly than you can know, because I have been driven to acts that almost rise to vandalism by even a short exposure to "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year," which is my own personal choice for the worst and most madness-inducing faux Christmas song of them all. (I have coldly hunted down department store sound systems and disconnected them, it's that bad.) If Lovecraft were writing today, I feel sure he'd be writing about it as the ultimate horror that drives sensitive protagnists to incurable insanity.

But, you know what I've found makes it a little better? Over on dKos last week, people were submitting lyrics for Fitzmas carols. And having the words for those in my brain, shunting aside the words of the commercial ickiness, doesn't fix everything, but it sure helps.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

I have coldly hunted down department store sound systems and disconnected them, it's that bad

Ha! I have to say, I've never gone that far, though I'm terribly impressed that you have.

And ooh. Thanks for pointing that out; I wouldn't have seen it myself, but I'm sure it'll start me giggling a few times later today when I'm once again listening to the awful music.