Despite having some computer problems I had a very nice birthday and Beth surprised me with a birthday card. Sending folks from your blog over here was a very sweet thing to do Beth and I thank you. You are the person I've know the longest in the blogging world and I thank you for your visits and support.
It's been a busy week at work. There's been some upheaval. My manager has been transferred and actually I'm very happy about it. It's not a story that I would tell here. It's not very interesting. I have no profound words of wisdom on the upcoming holidays. I am pretty tired of the Christmas songs I get to hear all day long at work. I never really realized how many versions of Jingle Bells there are. I try to not listen and turn them into white noise. I don't mind tuning into one that I like, if it catches my ear. However one struck me as bizarre and a bit creepy. Santa Claus is Coming to Town is a bit creepy. You better watch out? You better not pout? Yeah, you better not piss off Santa. He's coming to town ya know. He sounds like a mafia don with little elf loan sharks and hit men.... hit elves?
He sees you when your sleeping. With all the kids in the world it sounds like he spends most of the year hiding in the bushes and peeking into windows.
He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good. So be good for goodness sake!
He knows your every move. He's coming to town and Santa has a notoriously short fuse.
He's making a list, and just to be sure, he's checking it twice. He's gonna know if you've been naughty SO YOU BETTER BE NICE! You don't want the long, black Cadillac limo pulling up to your door and have some thug elves take you for a ride.
"Da boss wants ta see ya. He hears you've been a very naughty boy."
All in all the song is a collection of warnings over a jaunty arrangement. Fortunately the real Santa is much nicer than the one that's "coming to town".
So I'm at work and I'm putting some supplies away under a counter. I am very close to the hot food counter and hear a customer ordering some lunch. He gets a small bag of chicken wings, pauses and then he asks for some vegetable rice.
"How much would you like?" asks the counter person.
The answer, "Three" followed by a long pause. Hello!
Three as in two grains of rice and a tiny cube of carrot? Or would you prefer to go full bore and go for three grains of rice.
Hello! Earth to customer!? I then got called away so I never found out the answer to the question. Soon to be a major motion picture!
We had a coating of snow and have another coating coming in a day or two. That doesn't stop the television stations from teasing viewers with little weather updates, "There's snow in our future. I'll let you know how much at 11."
Oh please. It's not hard to whip the public into a frenzy over a snowstorm . If you live in an area that has snowy winters I'm sure they do the same thing as well. And why do some people act so surprised when it snows in the winter? If it snowed in August, then be surprised.
I think it's time to draw this sorta lame attempt at a blog to a close. Beth and everybody else, I thank you once again. Beth I will be in touch. I have something for you.
Oh I have to work tomorrow! Time for bed.
I'm outta here.