I'm finally getting sick of the Christmas music. Its the incessant drone of kid- friendly, adult- proof crappy classic beatless timeless Christmas Carols. I can't take it anymore. Yesterday, when the store was deserted, I actually played one song of normal music from my own cd case. It was like the real world coming back to me.

There is no real world. There is only red polo, khaki pants, and name tag. There is only the snowman wall and the gold angel shelves, the Halloween corner and the two giant rotating Christmas trees. There is only the sickly- sweet smell of cinnamon and Bing Crosby singing 'Jingle Bells'. There are spiders lurking in corners and my feet ache up to my shins, but I wish good afternoons and only smile vaguely when customers try to break the service barrier and ask me how I can stand Christmas year- round.

I was in such a bad mood today. First I was late, and then the car in front of me was driving a paltry 5 miles over the speed limit. I was tired, cranky, and entirely unenthusiastic about the day that lay before me. I even referred to an ornamagic rotating ornament hanger as a 'spinny thingie' to a customer.