The Sweet Smell of Christmas Lights
It's December and I am filled with the spirit of Christmas! Some years it whips by me in a frenzy and I miss most of the best activities, but this year I am going after it like a ferocious red and green striped tiger.
Those totally exist.
My coworkers have been really backing me up, we wrapped all of our cubicles and office doors in wrapping paper. Time consuming and resulting in hours of overtime that I absolutely brought upon myself -- but so worth it. The day after this background picture was taken, they pranked me by wrapping my entire desk and everything on it. It's like they were trying to tell me something. I can't imagine what.
Wrapping paper is a tricky thing to do (and undo) in large quantities. It crumples and folds in on itself and tears.
And people are tricky.
I didn't realize they wrapped my open water bottle while it was still full of water until it suddenly dumped in my lap and gave me the classy look of freshly peed-in pants. Thank you, whoever that was.
I OWE YOU.
Christmas lights are another epic undertaking. They tangle and go out and don't have clips that work and strangle you. The nature of Canada means that it's always being done in freezing cold weather. Then--when you think it's finally almost done--you run out of lights before you are finished, head to the hardware store and start the process again.
Even better, if you make the hardware store trip with a guy (Or me. Equally guilty), you will buy more lights to cover something you didn't think of before, not buy enough, and start an unending loop of Christmas light pain.
Thankfully, I had a nap through the remaining Christmas light installation segments. You do what you have to do to survive.