Speaking of music... I think my boss is trying to torture me with the music at my work. Okay, so he probably isn't, but think about the evidence. For one thing, I'm the only one in my building who can clearly hear the overhead speakers. The salespeople's area has the speakers turned down. The musical torment started with a cheesy station that played a bunch of 80's and Kenny G. A month or two later, he turned it to a station that forced a barrage of Janet Jackson, beastly pop, and a bit of country. That was a struggle, but I adjusted to it.

But not this. It's the all Christmas music station, all the time. At first I was highly amused. The first song I actually heard was "Gloria" composed of meowing cat sounds. Afterward it was some lady crooning something about "Santa Baby" which was kind of sickening since I never imagined Santa being someone's baby. Bleh. But then it got not so funny. "I'll Be Home for Christmas" reminded me that I wouldn't. I know, here is home. But California doesn't feel like home just yet. Then "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" which would seriously be a weird dream considering it was 80 degrees today. Then some stupid song about how there's no place like home for the holidays drilled it in, and afterward some song actually listed off how Christmas with your mom, dad, and sister (not brother, mind you) would be better. This sent me into a bad mood. I knew it would be this way when I moved, and it was worth it. I love my husband and generally am extremely happy, but I miss my friends and family. Hopefully I won't let the Christmas commercialized propaganda get to me in the future. I'll just focus on songs like "Jingle Bells" by barking dogs, and maybe I won't get homesick.