I have a general rule of thumb when it comes to massive amounts of data, processing massive amounts of data, and massive amounts of cursing when my laptop freezes and I have to reboot, thus losing my massive amounts of data.
Fill my ears with music and try my best not to freak the cluck out.
There is nothing worse than deciding that you
are probably fine without need to listen to music, and then realizing that your left your headphones at home, or that the last remaining earbud has short-circuited, or that IT has wizened up and blocked Pandora.
But not today, my friends! Today I break the
communist unspoken rule that Christmas music should only be enjoyed after Thanksgiving, and I will listen to it as I fight with Excel for the rest of the afternoon. I. Love. Christmas. Music. And I know it’s taboo to blast it from the mountaintops before it’s socially appropriate, but it’s okay if I listen to it in the privacy of my cubicle on my one working earbud, right? I thought so.
I won’t subject innocent bystanders to the tunes until Thanksgiving has come and gone and Christmas season is officially upon us. Except for you, hubs. Because your truck has XM and my car does not, and there are too many good holiday stations on XM radio NOT to listen to it as soon as it’s available. Are you regretting not installing that XM unit that you bought for me 2 years ago? ARE YOU?!?
Christmas music makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It reminds me of my childhood, and of a time where the weight of the world (money, age, football season…) didn’t rest upon my shoulders. It makes me happy.
UNLESS it’s an Aaron Neville Christmas song. I can’t stand his voice. The worst part about my hatred of Aaron Neville? Somehow, one of his songs ended up on my iPod classic that has a shattered screen and only works when it’s plugged into my 5-year-old iHome, and occasionally, when I’m in a hurry and push “play” without making sure I’m in a playlist first, I hear the opening notes to his version of “The Christmas Song” because “Aaron” comes first in the alphabet. Then I frantically change it to ANYTHING THAT WILL PLAY INSTEAD EVEN A MILEY CYRUS SONG SO HELP ME GOD.
Frank Sinatra, take me home.