Its almost always some pseudo-classical saxophone based twatizzle, or the Titantic theme song, which apparently just never gets old. In the sum total of 30 seconds that I spend in an elevator, I could do without being reminded that my heart will go on. And on. And on. And on. It's this kind of wannabe- American corporate infusion into my worklife that i loathe. Diwali had no sweets, no crackers, no rangoli. But for Xmas, COMPANY-WIDE CELEBRATION! Posters up all over campus for events celebrating the miracle of Christ, and auditoriums booked to have Christmas celebrations. It all just drives me up the wall. Figure out which team you're really playing for, fuckers.
Right. End of rant.
Back to my American customers' global needs.
