Today is my least favorite day of the year at work. The day of the holiday party. Because I am a huge killjoy, I guess. But the thing is, I really hate forced frivolity. And we really do it up here.
I think that most people will have a lunch, or maybe an afternoon where you sit around and have awkward social interactions. Or it is after hours and you can come up with a good excuse not to go. But here we have an all day festival of celebrations. We start at 8 in the morning with breakfast, and then we have morning games, lunch, and then afternoon games.
I should add that in the five years that I have worked here, I have never even so much as had lunch with anyone. I’m not a terribly social work person. So the thought of having to play “Reindeer Games” with them makes me so uncomfortable inside.
And then there is also the potluck lunch. I’m just going to come out and say it. Most people make gross food. It looks gross, tastes gross, and worst of all, smells gross. No thank you.
So today is the day of the year where I hide in my office and pray that no one will knock on my door asking where I am.