tomorrow is my first official 'corporate-y' christmas party. i'm not quite sure what to expect, but i think i'll sort of feel like a failure if some middle-aged manager from another dept doesn't drunkenly hit on me.
which would be a far cry from my actual department's christmas party, which involved a game of pictionary (new fave boardgame obsession, sorry scrabble) and an awards ceremony, at which, as predicted, i did in fact receive an illness-related award. oh i did - that's what three months of being the cough monster will get ya. i am now officially the office sick girl, and have a light green piece of computer paper to prove it. it's all global warming's fault (who has allergies in december?! the pollen should be frozen by now!), so i'm not too embarrassed.
shockingly, i believe i was actually only the bronze medalist for the sorriest award, as the "future cat lady award" (self explanatory) and "food stamp award" (for the girl who goes out on so many dates she never has to pay for her own dinners), in my opinion, are way way worse.
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Food Stamp Award is pretty funny, in a feminism is dead way. She never heard of going dutch?
We had my office's party a week ago. We always do the same thing. A buffet lunch at the Omni Shoreham here in DC. It is a nice place and I spent the lunch hanging with the two gay guys in the office being catty and joking about men, women and tarantulas.
my coworkers didnt go for the tarantula talk...they aren't as cool as yours.
how sorry am i that i have to wait 12 months now for MY award??
Half of the tarantula talk was euphemistic.
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