The happiest of birthday wishes to our dear Keely. If you are looking for something to do later tonight, our house is being turned into party central for the big celebration.
Sorry, I guess, about yesterday’s mess of a post. I guess the emo/angry posts are better left inside my head and not for all of you to read. Although, I read an article a couple of days ago where some book publishers stumbled upon some guy’s blog and decided to publish it as a book. And the reason they liked it so much was because it showed a variety of emotions.
I am seriously hoping that one day the publishing world will approach me with the same offer. Wouldn’t that be great! I could have book signings at Chapters (I do know the events coordinator) and even put Roy Orbison on cover of my book!
But in the meantime and in between time, I will try and keep things a little more light hearted on here. (I know, I know, I have promised that before. Let’s see how long that lasts.)
Today is our “Girl’s Lunch” and gift exchange at the office. All of the assistants and secretaries go for a two hour lunch (that sadly we have to pay for ourselves.) and we have a gift exchange as well. We drew names for the gift exchange way before Halloween and everyone has been a buzz with excitement ever since. But today everyone has gotten gussied up (and put on their best pair of Crocs) and are literally counting the hours until we go for lunch.
Last year I got the person I had to buy for monogrammed napkins, and I got…a jar of peanuts. This year I got my person crystal Christmas tree ornaments, (Shhh…don’t tell her) and I can only guess what lame thing I will receive this year. (Just hoping it is a jar of almonds or other like nut.)
I don’t really say much at work. In fact, I think you could write on one page all the words I say in a day to my coworkers. (Surprising, I know.) So thinking that last year would be an excellent time to dazzle my coworkers with all of my charm and wit, I waited for the right minute to begin my entertaining.
About half way through lunch, one of the ladies says, “Oh, Denise has a really funny story. Tell them about Fashion Friday.”
What?!? Fashion Friday isn’t a really even a story. That is just what we call our weekly trip to the mall.
So I tell them what it is, and maybe I didn’t sell it that much, but it really isn’t a funny story, or really a story at all. More like sentence. There is no beginning, middle, end. There is barely a verb in there.
I get finished and all the ladies are beyond confused. And say, “So you go every Friday.”
“No, but we go a lot of them.”
“Do you buy something every time you are there?”
“Most of the time.”
“And you don’t return the clothes on Monday?”
“No, we just have a lot of clothes.”
And then there is complete silence. And I knew then that my chances of dazzling everyone were over. So I sat there the rest of the lunch, and just listened to everyone tell their own lame stories.
But I am hoping that this is my year. That they realize what an untapped resource of entertainment they have working with them day in and day out. But more realistically I think it will be a whole lunch discussing everyone’s cats.
Alright, I have to get ready to go to our lunch. Wish me luck on the gift exchange.
Thanks to all of you for your sustained love, support and reading.
GL/GS
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So you are never going to guess what I got at the gift exchange. Come on, take a guess.
If you guessed chocolate covered almonds, then you are right! What!?!
Everyone else had elaborate packages to open and multiple gifts. And I opened my small package to find a box of Penguin Poop, aka chocolate covered almonds in front of me. I guess I should be grateful for anything that I do get. But next year, I had better get a non-nut related gift.
Just as my present did last year, my Christmas tree ornaments stole the show, and although we didn’t have a formal vote, won best Christmas present.
Here’s hoping for better luck next year.
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