I'm not looking forward to the upcoming Christmas parties, especially this weekend. It's me. I'm in a mood. I'm feeling that holiday stress already. Do I want to deal with these diverse personalities right now? The folks are nice enough. Too much to deal with at the moment. Two jobs. Grad School decision. Too many bills. Church obligations. Predicament with dating office workers. Everyone's got problems, right?
I'm sounding like a gloomy pessimist. I need to suck it up. Yeah, I'm whining. I'll perk up by Saturday afternoon. To get things in order, I will have to do a few things. Get drinks (for the parties, not for me!), deal with a "secret" Santa gift exchange, grab food (I'm not in the mood to cook), and bring books. Things will probably turn out fine.
A few of the folks will be leaving the country, and I should say good bye and offer them best wishes. One, S____, will be teaching economics courses in Melbourne, Australia, one, B______, will be returning to her native Botswana in search of a journalist job, and the other one, T______, will be returning to Belgium due to delayed work applications. I was fortunate to get to know each one individually.
Another topic. Should we talk about the dreaded office Holiday party?
Every year, we hear the same thing from the party planning committees. How do they plan to have a party, while dancing around the idea that it's actually a Christmas party, without saying it. We don't want to offend anyone, eh? You can say "Winter Wonderland" in just so many ways. I'm not in the mood to hear the gossip about who did what afterwards.
Another reason why I'm dreading these parties. Two separate office parties to attend: one for the organization and one for the department. Let's just say on different occasions, I had too much of a good time at these shindigs. I'm still regretting past events from these gala occurrences. People have long memories. Fortunately, most parties serve food buffet style. I can duck certain individuals as needed. Hmmmmm, I've got to figure out something clever to say to the big bosses, if I get stuck in line with them between the deviled eggs and the fruit salad. I should get prepared.
The saving graces are: 1) meeting old friends on Sunday afternoon and 2) turning in my last paper for the semester.
I'm sounding like a gloomy pessimist. I need to suck it up. Yeah, I'm whining. I'll perk up by Saturday afternoon. To get things in order, I will have to do a few things. Get drinks (for the parties, not for me!), deal with a "secret" Santa gift exchange, grab food (I'm not in the mood to cook), and bring books. Things will probably turn out fine.
A few of the folks will be leaving the country, and I should say good bye and offer them best wishes. One, S____, will be teaching economics courses in Melbourne, Australia, one, B______, will be returning to her native Botswana in search of a journalist job, and the other one, T______, will be returning to Belgium due to delayed work applications. I was fortunate to get to know each one individually.
Another topic. Should we talk about the dreaded office Holiday party?
Every year, we hear the same thing from the party planning committees. How do they plan to have a party, while dancing around the idea that it's actually a Christmas party, without saying it. We don't want to offend anyone, eh? You can say "Winter Wonderland" in just so many ways. I'm not in the mood to hear the gossip about who did what afterwards.
Another reason why I'm dreading these parties. Two separate office parties to attend: one for the organization and one for the department. Let's just say on different occasions, I had too much of a good time at these shindigs. I'm still regretting past events from these gala occurrences. People have long memories. Fortunately, most parties serve food buffet style. I can duck certain individuals as needed. Hmmmmm, I've got to figure out something clever to say to the big bosses, if I get stuck in line with them between the deviled eggs and the fruit salad. I should get prepared.
The saving graces are: 1) meeting old friends on Sunday afternoon and 2) turning in my last paper for the semester.
Scripture Reading: Proverbs 15:13 (New International Version)
13 A happy heart makes the face cheerful,
but heartache crushes the spirit.
but heartache crushes the spirit.
1 comment:
Cheer up Carl. It will get better!
Would love to know who the office worker you're dating is!! (Just being nosy)
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