I've never been asked when I was going to have kids.

Which is a shame, because you have a good story to tell, if you want.

"Wonderful Christmas Time" by Paul McCartney. Terrible. So terrible.

In "my workplace, I can only laugh" news, I teach a class in the computer training room controlled by HR once a month. I schedule the class by year, so my December 2015 class, scheduled for next Wednesday, has been on the calendar for at least 13 months. Yesterday my HR contact emailed me to let me know that the room is scheduled for renovation next week. The obvious default, another computer training room, is already booked for the same time. No problem, we can get a pod of laptops from IT and use one of our meeting rooms with screens ... which are all booked. Okay, they have a computer lab in the Adult Education Center! We call them, they are nice but report that their computers are "dicey." I go to check and discover they only seat 8 (we had 15 at this class last month) and the computers are not "dicey" - you can't log in to them. So they are completely useless, and have been for 3 months since the IT guy (whom I know and who is pretty good) "gave up" on them. We touch base with HR to see if the renovation is really happening next week. Yes, the room has already been stripped of all equipment. ...so, we're requesting a pod of laptops, which are "a bit old" and so we need to make sure the program actually works on them, and if it does, we get tables and a screen and do it in a semi-public space. And if the laptops don't work, we are fucked. Yay!

"2000 Miles" is always a win. Unless you're me, and you're driving, in which case you become a hazard to everyone else on the road what with all the crying.

My two personal worsts are the McCartney abomination and the dogs barking "Jingle Bells," neither of which has been inflicted on me so far this year (I suppose that's one advantage to the open office scheme; the co-worker who last year inflicted McCartney on us in our little closed-up office is too shy to do it this year in our big cavernous warehouse office).

"2000 Miles" is always a win. Unless you're me, and you're driving, in which case you become a hazard to everyone else on the road what with all the crying.

Same!

"Wonderful Christmas Time" by Paul McCartney. Terrible. So terrible.

Oh god, the WORST. I don't think I know the 20000000 miles thig.

the dogs barking "Jingle Bells"

Is this better or worse than Jingle Cats?

I think I have a cat version of Carol of the Bells, which, to be honest, I find hysterical.

Husband has a phone interview right now for a job he doesn't think he wants, but I have my fingers crossed anyway.

I kind of like Wonderful Christmas Time. And the dogs barking Jingle Bells.

I can't even imagine the cat version of Carol of the Bells, but I am fascinated.

I've never been asked when I was going to have kids.

Which is a shame, because you have a good story to tell, if you want.

True. It's rare in civilized conversation that you get to say, "I masturbated into a cup."

Carol of the Meows! [link]

I guess it is not technically cats singing.