Monday, November 26, 2007

Yes my holiday was just fine….thank you.

I should have taken today off, in fact, every time there is a holiday I should take the day afterwards off, if I have to work that day. That way I won’t have to listen to “Did you have a good (fill in the holiday here)?” the insistent pry into my personal life question that usually always occurs. Oh, and god forbid you are attached but not married – cuz then its that same question and if its your birthday or Christmas, then it changes to: “Oh, what did you get from so and so?” – your co-workers hinting that you should have gotten a ring. I guess they don’t realize the difference between a ring as a ‘gift’ and for a ‘holiday’, but they still think they’d be invited to the wedding. I don’t get what the big deal is…why are they so insistent on such things? In all fairness I understand its usual chit chat and idle conversation but my boss didn’t ask me how my holiday was, I don’t plan on asking him or my co-workers. I might ask my friends if it comes up in conversation but all aside, does it really matter? I don’t care if your Aunt Betty threw cranberries at Uncle Joe or that baby so and so cried the whole time, whoop-d-f-ing-do. Come on, admit it, you’ve been there, you can’t stand it anymore than I can. I think what bothers me the most, aside from the lack of sleep I get (yes, note the word ‘get’) because of my noisy neighbor at and after midnight, is the woman who only works part time one day a week who sits a few cubes away. She will be on the phone all day, I am convinced she only comes to work to talk on the phone. Not only will I be able to recite what she did for Thanksgiving, but every Monday I know how her weekend went, how her husband can’t follow driving directions, and how little Billy was a bad boy. I can’t end this on a sour note so, although I might gripe about what happens today, I did enjoy cooking in the kitchen with my Mom and sister and that’s all the details you’ll get from me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oh you poor dear and the cube walls are getting shorter and smaller and more per floor, well if you can't beat them, might as well join them. I am going to start following up their phone conversation with an embarressing question. Maybe they will keep things more quiet if they know you are forced to listen.