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Christmastime + Work = No.

Tomorrow is my company's Christmas, err, Holiday party. I really don't feel like going, I'm not anti-social, really. I just don't feel like talking to, or humoring or listening to people that I really don't like to talk to, humor, or listen to. The only reason I'm going is my girlfriend, she works for the same company. Different department, same company. She wants to go.

She has been working for said company well over a year. I have been here for a 9 months ( I just counted that on my fingers). I went to last years party, as her date. Nobody knew who I was, that was good. What was bad . . .Well, not bad. What was freakin' craptacular about last year was the entertainment. It consisted of a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th . . . a 9th rate comedian/entertainer; the most atrocious thing I have witnessed in person. Think of a comedian who opens up with the joke, "I just flew in, and boy are my arms tired (end quote). He didn't use it in a ironic, yea I know this is a cliche, type of way. That was as good as his shit was going to get. Then follow up that act with 2 employees, a husband-wife duo, a singing duo to be exact, a singing/acting duo to be really exact. They acted out scenes from a Charlie Brown Christmas and sang songs inspired by the same show. Luckily, since I didn't know anyone last year I got up and walked out during the live action theater (pronounce theeee-ater).

This year, on paper, the crap fest doesn't seem quite as bad. No comedian. No husband-wife flying duo. This year there will be a "DJ," blah. My best bet, we will hear classic Christmas cuts, nothing more nothing less(I'm not blahing the christmas music, I'm blahing the term DJ they used in the invitation. As a DJ, I think I will be offended by this DJ). The worse thing this year though, people will know who I am and they will try to talk to me. Especially creepy people, creepy people with deformed extremities.

On the bright side there is a good chance of snow, ice, and sleet tomorrow afternoon. I'm hoping the shin-dig is cancelled.

Anyone else have a company/office holiday party they are look forward too?

Also, tune in later tonight for a early christmas gift I found on the good ol' net of inter.

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