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Dec. 7th, 2011 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI'm so tired. The weather is vile and foul and work is just a continual thereness, and the baby downstairs will not shut the fuck up (and yes, I am WHINGING about a baby making noises, a baby that is probably ill, I am a MONSTER, whatever, it's not my child, I'm not related to it and yet I appear to be woken up by it more than its actual parents so yes basically WHATEVER I want an unbroken night's sleep) so by about this point every night I am mardy and resisting the urge to lie down on the sofa and sleep, something I attempt not to do as it means I don't sleep through the night and the problem is compounded on the following days so anyway yes.
Er, yes. It's the work Christmas party on Friday. I have mixed feelings about this. It might be fun. Every other work occasion I've been to in the last year has led to me getting shit-faced and vomiting in my parent's bathroom (the only vivid memory from last month's night out was peering up at the toilet bowl from the floor) so I have found myself volunteering to drive in a cunning attempt to not have to drink too much with a cast iron excuse, as well as spend minimum time with Damn Fool Boss on Saturday as I can then dart off and abandon people if need be. I really enjoyed last years, and I did that mostly sober, so perhaps this might just work. I have to share a room with the accountant this year, though, a fact I am not amused about. Hmmph.
Despite about above grumpiness, I am actually feeling rather festive this year. The tree is up, the Dalek is festooned in purple tinsel (WHAT) and there are even very small presents under the tree. This is my first Christmas with Richie (we've always been hundreds of miles apart on previous years) and he's going to have an El Cheeto family Christmas, which my mum is rather sweetly FREAKING THE FUCK OUT about. Her first Christmas away from home led my an auntie of mine making her pureed sprouts. Apparently mum cried for an hour. This is leading her to be very insistant that we include Richie's family traditions, which appear to be the same as ours. (Drink too much from too early in the day and gently graze on anything that takes your fancy, basically). But I'm looking forward to it, as I reckon I'm a winner all around on the whole thing. Also Mum is making trifle and there will be a cheese board. OH YES.
Er, yes. It's the work Christmas party on Friday. I have mixed feelings about this. It might be fun. Every other work occasion I've been to in the last year has led to me getting shit-faced and vomiting in my parent's bathroom (the only vivid memory from last month's night out was peering up at the toilet bowl from the floor) so I have found myself volunteering to drive in a cunning attempt to not have to drink too much with a cast iron excuse, as well as spend minimum time with Damn Fool Boss on Saturday as I can then dart off and abandon people if need be. I really enjoyed last years, and I did that mostly sober, so perhaps this might just work. I have to share a room with the accountant this year, though, a fact I am not amused about. Hmmph.
Despite about above grumpiness, I am actually feeling rather festive this year. The tree is up, the Dalek is festooned in purple tinsel (WHAT) and there are even very small presents under the tree. This is my first Christmas with Richie (we've always been hundreds of miles apart on previous years) and he's going to have an El Cheeto family Christmas, which my mum is rather sweetly FREAKING THE FUCK OUT about. Her first Christmas away from home led my an auntie of mine making her pureed sprouts. Apparently mum cried for an hour. This is leading her to be very insistant that we include Richie's family traditions, which appear to be the same as ours. (Drink too much from too early in the day and gently graze on anything that takes your fancy, basically). But I'm looking forward to it, as I reckon I'm a winner all around on the whole thing. Also Mum is making trifle and there will be a cheese board. OH YES.
