Dec 14, 2004 12:51
For the stupid annual Xmess party.
Thursday night. Stupid. Just our group. The one I see every day. Where Everybody Knows Your Name. Everybody knows your business.
Thursday we have 'lock-down' lunch-we have to stay in and exchange stupid Secret Santa presents. Like anyone actually needs a twenty-dollar object made in China.
I have been assigned to play Santa Claus and hand out the gifts.
Which is fine because it is a very uncomfortable hour-you sit at a desk and everyone gawks at you as you individually open your gift.
I know I am always bitching about something, but can ya blame me?
I graduated grade school a loooong time ago.
I do not need a Secret Santa.
I think people should all just go out and buy themselves a bunch of stuff they actually want and forget trying to find the 'perfect' gift.
Then that night we go to a local hotel that is willing to give us everything for free becasue we are the corp travel dept and 2 bigwigs will be there. The bigwigs only bother to speak with perky blondes, so I will duck out ASAP.
We did adopt-a-family, but I am suspect of that whole thing too, seeing how every kid I get is always 16 years old and a size XLMen's. Humbug!