12.08.01 - 2:58 p.m.

There should be a rule against taking a BRAND NEW boyfriend to a work-related christmas party. Old friends, long-established, or lovers, or husbands, or whatever. These folks are more than welcome in my mind. But new boyfriends? Heh. I dunno.

It isn't sour grapes. It's just that I think it's a little weird, to schmooze someone you hardly know around your coworkers? In part, in great part, that's what you're all there for, right? The schmoozing, the compliments and the free booze.

The free booze is key. The work Christmas party, an American institution, yes? Everyone important makes an appearance, though innumerable lesser folks skip, preferring their own devices for the evening. Maybe we would have a greater turnout from secretaries and other staff if...

...eh. I was gonna say, a place where people like to drink, but I don't think that's it. People like to drink plenty here. I'm not sure why no one shows. Oh, hmmm. Well, I'd say a fair number of attorneys and their spouses showed up. All the paralegals except for one showed up. Very few, indeed, of the rest of the staff showed.

Heh. Like you care.

Gah, very disjointed entry today. I don't think I'm best with pronouncements. I'm better with observations, not of people, but of things. And thingish people, to whom I'm not immediately close. Plus, I arrived too late last night to really schmooze, so I don't have any interesting anecdotes.

Oooooookay. Shopping time. Later!