December 28, 2009
In the Bleak Midwinter
This office is a ghost town. No, I take that back. It would be really awesome and much more exciting if there were actual specters around here. As it stands, we are haunted by the empty cubes that are a daily reminder of the people who were laid off and Jesus H. Eggnog-Drinking Christ, when did I get so morbid? Dickens' ghost of Christmas future is going, "Dude, she's such a buzzkill."
Anyhoo, I'm bored, and morbid, so I walked around and took some photos.
These are the signs on the wall in the bathroom.
These are on the wall next to the sink, which is a stupid place for them. No one reads them there because, while we wash our hands, we are busy checking out our hair in the mirror and making sure there's nothing in our teeth from lunch.
The signs should really be posted inside the stalls so that we have something to read while we are doing big potty.
Here is the nativity scene in the main reception area.
Have you ever seen Christmas look so sinister? Mary is wearing a black turtleneck and matchng eyeliner, and Joseph is cutting himself because it is all just TOO MUCH TO HANDLE! And won't everyone just LEAVE HIM ALONE?!
Here are the rest of the decorations in reception.
Sorry for the poor photo quality. It is hard to fit this much holiness in one photo. How many manger scenes can YOU count, boys and girls?
And here is MY contribution to the Christmas spirit.
Snot tissue made from recycled Christmas trees!
No, not really.