Psychological Warfare

Alright. That's it. I work at a carnival. This morning they had what was termed "selective outages"...no power, no computer, no curling iron [couldn't think of anything else that would tug at your pity strings....yes, i think everyone has those, right?]. That's enough to screw the day, right. Nope. Then they decided to test the fire system. The rapidly flashing white lights were charming, really. Almost as charming as how the flashing lights turned the automatic sinks on and off and on and off and on and off [yes, keep repeating for, oh say, about three hours at the speed of Outkasts "Bombs over Baghdad" and you'll get the idea]. But wait, they couldn't stop there. Then the music started. I never knew that Enya put out a Christmas album. Kill Me.