Oh, and aside from all the shit with my stomach, and me wanting to pretty much curbstomp my one coworker and managers, I kept hearing the song "Santa, Baby" play at least 4-5 times over the loudspeaker while I was working. It started to annoy the living fuck out of me, so I made up my own version:
"Santa, baby, put some drugs under the tree for me.
Something to knock me on my ass all day.
So I don't have to hear this bullshit song.
And if not...
Please, fuck off from my chimney tonight."
"Santa, baby, put some drugs under the tree for me.
Something to knock me on my ass all day.
So I don't have to hear this bullshit song.
And if not...
Please, fuck off from my chimney tonight."

