Self-Induced Shopping

I did everything I told you I’d do, ran around and didn’t get the clean car pelted by raindrops but there was a mini-flood on one of the roads I couldn’t exit, must be a water main or something so I got it a bit dirty.

Later in the week is the dreaded work holiday party. Last time I went to one of those Jim was laid off the following Monday. Luckily his first contract job didn’t have one. His second hired job for four years disallowed spouses and packed 600 people in a small room.

Now it’s a new ball game with even more new people I’ve never met. Did I mention I hate these things? Canned holiday cheer and a bunch of nerds (in the best sense) and no-where to escape.

When my parents (well, Mom) held receptions three times a week during the summer for fund development purposes for my Dad’s career, I hung out in the kitchen. I met the most interesting people there while I was helping the caterers. Henry Mancini stands out, such a gentleman.

OK so I forgot if I told you about the first party. The Layoff. Now Holy S— Bad Credit. All the “veal,” those who work the phones trying to get business or dunning creditors, were wearing either bridesmaid or prom gowns. They were in their element, getting free food and booze and music and feeling beautiful.

We stayed the requisite 1/2 hour and left. They made us take a couple photograph then laid Jim off and never sent the photo. How kind.

We love a party, but rather dinners and small cocktail events, and brunches. How’s your holiday season progressing? Dee