Bad Choir.

At Machinery, Inc., I have the misfortune of being stuffed into a cubicle near a conference room. Normally the conference room is an inoffensive neighbor, but today there is a "choir" using the room to practice. I put the word choir in quotes, because it's actually just a group of about 20 people in there who look serious but couldn't harmonize their way out of a shopping mall.

To complement their lack of musical ability, they've got truly horrid taste in music. Run-of-the-mill Christmas carols? Nay. They've got what has to be one of the most cheeseball versions of Jingle Bells I've ever heard, complete with roughly twice the original number of words stashed into each empty space not already filled with lyric. Inane little "cha cha cha" things crammed in whenever they should be inhaling for the next verse. And they've taken Jingle Bell Rock, a tune that should be done with a bit of cheese, and turned it into a downtempo, comatose dirge.

Don't get me started on their version of Sleigh Ride. Should the song really include three verses of monotone spoken word chants? No. Not good.