I work in a computer lab, teaching adults with disabilities how to operate computers in the hopes of finding gainful employment. A non-profit organization, I feel this organization does some good work and we often make a difference in people's lives.
The work: good
The co-workers: borderline insane< p>

The co-worker on the mat for this posting is my general manager, Kathy. Kathy is friendly enough, but a little country. By that, I mean, she grew up south of I-80 here in Illinois, which, for all intensive stereotyping reasons, is as good as rural Kentucky. She has an accent (a thick southern accent; I have no idea where she picked that up at seeing as she was born and raised in Illinois), likes to gossip, doesn't work especially hard, is mostly untrustworthy (given her tendancy to gossip), and loves her some Christmas.
Kathy loves Christmas so much, that she's been playing Christmas music in the office since November 8th.

I like Christmas! Really! Abecedarian loves him some Christmas too! But I do feel that the seasonal tunes we all know and love are best reserved for the three week period leading up to, and ending on, Christmas day. And then, only for two or three hours at a time. Kathy feels differently, though. She plays the "all holiday music all the time" station on the radio (who pushed that through, anyway?) from the time we open, until the time we close.

My attempts to compromise on a less maddening choice of music were rebuffed automatically. Apparently, I'm a "Grinch" and need to lighten up. Christmas only comes once a year, and most people really love it. Why else would they have an all Christmas music station? Besides, the students all enjoy it.

My students include one man who practices Judism and another who is Hindu. A fact lost on Kathy.

"Christmas isn't about Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. It's about peace and goodwill and being with family" (Not verbatim, but her meaning is conveyed). I can't help but notice that Joy to the World is playing as she tries to distance Jesus from the Christmas music. At least I talked her out of placing the manger scene in the lab. "Besides, they're probably used to it."

Because that make it okay.

So, long story short, I am subjected to all Christmas music, for 8 hours a day, non-stop, from now untill that radio station chooses to stop playing it. I just hope that I can endure it, because seriously, if I have to hear that goddammed off-tune Manheim Steamroller cover of "Deck the Halls" one more time, I might have to punch a certain manager in her twat.