![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabotabbyYesterday, apparently, was the day that they turn on the Christmas carols at the Second Cup. I am not happy about a month of hearing the same bad songs everywhere I go. You know, I understand that there's a certain type of Christian out there who needs to feel special, what with this multiculturalism thing and all of us unsaved types taking over their jobs and mandating gay marriage and lots of abortions. But why the Christmas carols? It works nicely to remind us of our place in the social hierarchy and all that, but these songs are godawful and I can't imagine that Christians like them any more than I do. In fact, I have it on good authority that not every Second Cup cafe in Toronto is owned by Christians.
And the workers; think of the workers. When I worked in retail, there were a few radio stations that we were allowed to listen to, and in some places, a handful of approved CDs. To this day, I am sick of every song that I heard in heavy rotation. It's so much worse when there's one CD that you're allowed to put on. These poor bastards have to work 8- to 10-hour shifts and hear the same 12 songs every day. Even if they liked those songs in the first place, it'll get hellish by mid-December.
So if it's not to make the owners of stores happy, and it pisses off the staff, why does every food and retail establishment insist on playing Christmas carols for a month or so? Does anyone out there like these songs enough to want to hear them everywhere they go?
[Poll #880254]
* And no, "Fairy Tale of New York" does not count. Do you hear them playing it in coffee shops? Because I don't.
And the workers; think of the workers. When I worked in retail, there were a few radio stations that we were allowed to listen to, and in some places, a handful of approved CDs. To this day, I am sick of every song that I heard in heavy rotation. It's so much worse when there's one CD that you're allowed to put on. These poor bastards have to work 8- to 10-hour shifts and hear the same 12 songs every day. Even if they liked those songs in the first place, it'll get hellish by mid-December.
So if it's not to make the owners of stores happy, and it pisses off the staff, why does every food and retail establishment insist on playing Christmas carols for a month or so? Does anyone out there like these songs enough to want to hear them everywhere they go?
[Poll #880254]
* And no, "Fairy Tale of New York" does not count. Do you hear them playing it in coffee shops? Because I don't.
no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 08:30 pm (UTC)STICK YOUR FUCKING LATTE UP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS
STICK YOUR FUCKING LATTE UP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS
STICK YOUR FUCKING LATTE UP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS
*rapid staccato power chords*
The End.
(Total running time: 0:17)
no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 02:49 am (UTC)EIGHT BUCKS FOR A PASTRY AN' A MUTHA FUCKIN' CUPPA CAWFEE
WHAT'S THE FUCKIN' WORKING MAN SUPPOSED T'DO?
WHAT'S THE FUCKIN' WORKING MAN SUPPOSED T'DO?
no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 11:48 pm (UTC)Surprisingly, as a self-declared general in the war on christmas, I fall into the "there are one or two I like" category. I probaby get tired of those eventually, though. And the rest do make me want to die. The one I hate most, that I haven't heard yet this year, is called--I think--"hey, Santa." I shudder to think of it.
no subject
Date: 2006-12-02 11:53 pm (UTC)Ugh.
no subject
Date: 2006-12-03 01:19 am (UTC)"Hey, Santa" makes me gasp in horror. I haven't heard it yet this year, but now that you've mentioned it, you shouldn't be surprised if you see a post from me tomorrow about how I jabbed a pencil into my ear.
no subject
Date: 2006-12-03 01:42 am (UTC)Sorry to mention that song. It is really maybe the very worst.
no subject
Date: 2006-12-03 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 02:53 am (UTC)They are predictably disgusting.