WARNING: 90 Days Until the Stupid Holiday Party
WE HATE OFFICE PARTIES! I'm out the door everyday exactly at 5:00 pm because I can't stand another minute with my idiot co-workers so why would I want to spend any more time with them.
With the exception of the company's Open Bar and drunken drama that is bound to occur, our holiday parties are sheer torture. I'd rather have bamboo shoots under my fingernals then to sit even closer to Sweaty Arm Pit guy or Bad Perfume girl.
And for some reason, why do the people you've trained to stay away from you all year, feel compelled to talk to you and play catch up. Get the HELL away!
Hopefully this year I can find a nice stomach virus just in time to cancel. Someone please take notes for me this year while I'm home enjoying my latest NetFlix DVD and a pizza.
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