Well, it's December 1st. It's the first day on the slippery slope to Chri$tma$. It's the first day to panic that I haven't bought gifts yet. And it's the first day to worry about what my credit card balances will be like come January.
It's no wonder that a low of people kill themselves around the holidays. It's no that their lonely; rather, they've spent all their money on tranistory material items. It's like those horrible moments on Chri$tma$ day, when you notice that the pile of wrapping paper and bows is larger the pile of presents.
Today is also the first day that everyone in the office will want to play that stupid Michael Bolton CD and that inane one from Celine Dion. I thought I hid them last year!