daniel robert chapman wrote:The only time of year when I get to stand on desks at work for an afternoon, being tall and able to hang decorations. This year also seems to be bringing umpteen different works Christmas dinners to bear upon me. I've honestly lost track. I'll gladly attend them all but I am not looking forward to the bills.

I usually side-step Christmas works' dinners, but I've signed up this year for some reason. I'm intending to eat the food and go home. I can't dance for toffee, too bashful to make an effort. There will be lots of semi-flirting from the divorcees, they'll do their best to embarrass the mild-mannered happily married man in charge. Why is it the fattest, ugliest woman who insists on lewdness and naked-breast threats? Why not the pretty receptionist?

Still, work will be half-pace for about 10 days with plenty of chocolate kicking around the office. I usually do quite well out of the patients I see. Chocolates, wine and even a bottle of whiskey a couple of years ago, and a baytree last year. Nice.

I'm looking forward to Christmas with my wife and 3 young children. It will be mayhem. We may go for a swim on Boxing Day. I say "swim" - I mean run into the water and out again (it's England, silly). My balls will disappear into my larynx, and I'll choke on diesel and effluent if I stay in there to long.

Usually the boss flies me to LA where we have a nice dinner. I leave immediately after work for the airport, and return home about ten hours before having to work again. The bit of sunshine is nice, but it's kind of pain in the ass, of the sort I would only complain about anonymously on a message board.

This year is stupendously good. I get to pick what I want from current inventory. Holy fuck! I'm believe I'm getting this photo of Nico:

Sweet photo, Beth.

Every year, my work tries to do something for everyone. Overall presents from the company (usually a nice, warm fleece jacket and a bottle of wine), individually from each department (like a $50 gift certificate to best buy) and then another gift from a manager (last year, i got a nice bottle of scotch). When we had under 80 people, we would do a gift grab bag, but then had a rule that people had one card they could use to switch with another person. The last year we did it I got Hulk smashing gloves, which I should have kept (I traded them for bum lottery tickets).

We always have the nicest parties and everyone goes out until 4am to get wasted. The next day is always a blast because everyone's fucking off at work with enormous hangovers. This year, I have to skip my work holiday party because I have to play a show. We are supposed to go down to the Art Institute for a catered tour. Sounds fun, but I will be rocking out. Some of my work friends will be showing up after the party ends (around 8pm).

itchy mcgoo wrote:Usually the boss flies me to LA where we have a nice dinner. I leave immediately after work for the airport, and return home about ten hours before having to work again. The bit of sunshine is nice, but it's kind of pain in the ass, of the sort I would only complain about anonymously on a message board.

This year is stupendously good. I get to pick what I want from current inventory. Holy fuck! I'm believe I'm getting this photo of Nico:

Wow. Cool photo.

6-4-3 wrote:I just got depressed seeing who started this thread.

Bullshit, stripper, selfish, skating-scott-free cunt.

Made me sad but glad at the same time.

Job (not Shure any more) will have a couple of functions.

There's the go-help-people-way-worse-off-than-you've-ever-been night, which is pretty affecting most years (I still give money to the first place I went, this homeless shelter on the SW side).

Then there's the get-your-swerve-on blowout, at some rohypnol nightspot downtown.

Should be all right.

itchy mcgoo wrote:This year is stupendously good. I get to pick what I want from current inventory. Holy fuck! I'm believe I'm getting this photo of Nico:

Holy fuck, that's an awesome gift.

I wish I could do that with the estate.

i believe my job was just given to someone else's new boyfriend.

3weeks from christmas.

merry christmas, james!

What could be worse than getting Christmas songs stuck in your head?




Getting Christmas songs stuck in your head, forgetting the lyrics and driving yourself nuts trying to remember them.

Christopher J. McGarvey wrote:What could be worse than getting Christmas songs stuck in your head?




Getting Christmas songs stuck in your head, forgetting the lyrics and driving yourself nuts trying to remember them.

i was gonna guess, "getting christmas knives stuck in your head."