Beware the walls as they come tumbling down
It’s Tuba Christmas Day. And from the looks of it, today will be the Biggest. Tuba. Christmas. Ever. Properties has cleared out all the tables in the atrium, whereas in previous years, they’d only allocate half the atrium space to our tuba friends. The crowd has started to arrive (T-minus 29 minutes until the festivities begin), men, women, and children in various shades of red and green, with Christmas trees or snowmen decorating at least some aspect of their clothing. A good chunk of my office is out today, some because they had vacation days to burn, and others because it’s Tuba Christmas Day and they NEED to be anywhere but here.
The thing you have to understand about Tuba Christmas is that it’s loud. Concert-level loud. Even up on the eight floor, we can clearly hear the tubas. I can’t imagine the audial fortitude required to actually be on the same floor as them. And as this will be the Biggest. Tuba. Christmas. Ever., they’re likely to blow the roof off this place. It’s not always conducive to work to suddenly have to be dodging falling debris.
Still, Tuba Christmas is a tradition around here, and for that reason alone, I can tolerate it. I’ve also developed the ability to relegate it to “background noise” even if I can’t tune it out. Worst-case scenario, we can always take an outdoor lunch. Plus, it’s funny to say: Tuba Christmas. Hee!