It's Halloween. Oh joy.
Don't get me wrong, I like Halloween. Rather, I like the blood and gore and horror stuff. Gimme a good gut bursting demon, gratuitous nudity and victims who contain about 40 gallons of blood in their systems, and I'm happy.
What I don't like is Mandatory Workplace Fun. You know, Dress Up Like An Idiot Day.
Last year was... interesting.
Fortunately, it hasn't gotten too traumatic. No zombie clowns or gypsy asshats. Yet.
This year, we've been
The most frightening thing about this event is the number of people who have threatened to appear as showgirls. Trust me, this is NOT the place for it. I'm not looking forward to the sheer amount of pasty, wrinkled flesh that's about to get shaken in my direction.
The things you see when you don't have a gun.