"are you going to the christmas party?"

It has finally arrived. The company Holiday party. I only plan on staying long enough to eat dinner and have as many free drinks as possible without getting so drunk that I make inappropriate comments to my co-workers. I only have one friend in the office so she and I will probably just sit, look at everyone, and hope that we don't stay at the firm long enough to turn into them. I am also hoping as I stated yesterday to walk away with a prize.

Everyone is very giddy about the party. Except for Marge, who isn't going. She is "too partied out". She went the first five years they had it and I suppose it was all she can handle. It is all people are talking about. "Are you going to the Christmas party?" "What are you wearing to the Christmas party?" "Ready for the Christmas party?" You would think these people have nothing better to talk about.

I am not sure how much they spend on the party but the dry ice machine they had last year must have at least set them back a couple thousand. I know people like parties and all but I would just as soon have them divvy up the money they spend on the party and add it to our year end bonus. This party must cost a small fortune between renting the hall, food, DJ, cars home, door prizes, and of course the open bar. They must spend thousands on the open bar alone, these people can drink, last year they ran out of Jack Daniels before the Hors Doeuvres were served. I sure do hope they have those tasty stuffed mushrooms again.

Anyway I don't often attend parties this fancy, and I assume after I get a new job I will never attend a party this fancy again. Think of the most lavish wedding you have ever been to multiply it by ten and add a bunch of self-righteous millionaires to the mix. Get the picture? It isn't as bad as you would imagine. The music pretty much drowns out whatever it is they are saying. So you simply nod and sip your drink.

Hopefully this party will help me relax a little. The Sagittarius moon has made things pretty hectic. I also deleted about 60 pages of a document by accident yesterday afternoon and then clicked save. Oops. Apparently after you hit save there is no way to get that other stuff back. Oops. The computer, as smart as it is still has no safeguard against stupidity. Who does that? I just highlighted a big ol' chunk and deleted it. Of course after learning at an early age to "save early, save often" I immediately clicked save. It was all gone. I could literally feel my face getting bright red. I felt really bad. Everything turned out ok but I felt pretty fucking stupid having to fess up to what I did. Anyway the cocktail hour before dinner is served should be a nice way to relax.

Unfortunately/fortunately I have plans for this evening and wont be able to stay too long. I left early last year and apparently missed all the craziness. Yes it isn't just a cliché people do get a little out of hand at their company Holiday parties. Too bad I missed it.

I also just found out that for some reason my firm does not invite the people that work in the copy room. What kind of place is this? They come to work everyday all day. And for the most part they do all the shit no one else wants to deal with. I guess fixing everyone's paper jams and making all their copies isn't enough to get you an invite. I didn't get invited to the Holiday party of the last place I worked because I was a "temp" even though I really wasn't. That hurt my feelings.

Part of me feels like I shouldn't go out of protest. None of the employees of the mail room have been invited either. Well the supervisor has been, but no one else. I am not really sure why but it seems like all the people who do all the running around at this place are getting screwed once again.

I told Jill, from the mail room, that I would not enjoy the party as much because she was not there. Which is true. She told me that I should enjoy it even more and have fun for her. So I told her I would have a cocktail on her behalf. She then warned me not to drink too much because she didn't want to hear any stories about me Monday morning. I can't make any promises but I don't really see myself dancing on table tops and cursing out my boss. Well maybe that last one is a slight possibility but I will do my best to stay in line.