I have come to believe that more and more people are f*ckin' crazy during the holidays.
The other day a co-worker mentioned that she was slingshot in the face with a piece of candy while she was standing outside Circuit City finishing up her phone conversation. Another co-worker mentioned a Coke can was thrown at him while he was on his bicycle. All of this happened within days of each other.
Today, a title company rep filed a complaint against M, saying he talks too much and is eating while he works. The complainer is actually a fellow basketball team mate of M's. I told M not to play this upcoming season and he has already notified the captain. What an @sshole.
Oh yeah, while I'm at it. M's cousins have changed their minds and have decided they want to have Xmas in SoCal afterall. As a result, my FIL is also not going to come up. So my date with Ikea is on again this Friday to return all the crap I bought last Friday in preparation for guests.
People can't handle this sickening sweet time of year. Can you? Are you feeling good will towards your fellow man? I sure as hell am not feeling it.