So, at work the other day, my New Boss was telling an “adorable” story our training director told her. (She tends to re-tell stories because, I believe, NOTHING happens in her empty shell of a life). The training director gave her daughter the whole big speech about the Meaning of Christmas and then later quizzed her on it. All the daughter would say is “It’s better to give than to receive”.
Since I certainly feel that is the Meaning of Xmas, the second hand story confused me. “Err, what’s the right answer?”
New Boss looks at me like I’ve grown a second head or stigmata or something. “Birth of Jesus Christ.”
Lightbulb. “Oh, yeah!”
In other news, I was snaked by the Christians again a week ago. My department sent out an Xmas card to a girl who no longer works for us (and I think is actually not even returning our phone calls, so why the card?). We all agreed this was a good idea, so one day I’m asked to sign the card.
Outside: A snowman and the words “Silent night Holy Night”
Inside: “Jesus’s love is so pure and so right”
Heh? I literally was gobsmacked. I sat and stared at the card, debating my options. Should I just accidentally “forget” to sign the card? Well, I like the girl we bought it for, so I didn’t want to snub her. Should I write “Come back soon, these bitches are killing me?” Well, I thought that might get some weird looks. So, I decided to just sign it, Merry Xmas and my name. I haven’t actually come out as an atheist at work but I have done my best to drop some hints. If someone asked I wouldn’t deny it and I have debated ways of mentioning it. For the most part, religion only comes up at work when we’re forced to listen to endless versions of O Holy Night (and not the Cartman from South Park version, sadly) on the “Xmas Music all the time” radio station.