I am not really a fan of too much office socializing. I find it particularly stressful.
We have lots of office party things ? monthly birthday celebrations, wedding showers, baby showers, holiday party complete with that mean gift-swapping game, picnics, retreats, and, of course, Thanksgiving lunch.
I admit, these things are not my favorite. I guess I am sort of a forced fun grouch. I like to get my work done, eat my own lunch, be quiet in my own cube.
So, I find it truly ironic that today I find myself a committee member of the Thanksgiving lunch.
The role sort of was?required? So, here I am, Miss Office Forced Fun Grouch, on this committee. It was then that I felt like my life was imitating art in the sense that one of my favorite shows is The Office, and today I felt like I was starring in my own version.
You see, this office holiday party planning is not just made up of pick a date, order food, have fun! Oh, no. Because there is angst about what day. These people have a meeting, these people are out of town, these people do not like parties on Tuesdays, yada, yada, yada. And do not even think about ordering food before considering very, very, very carefully or else be prepared for the verbal backlash of those who cannot stand the site of certain types of mashed potatoes or those who have temper tantrums about raisins in stuffing, or those who have to have a specific type of crumbly corn bread or else they will inflict you with their furry. And hell hath no furry like office people disgruntled with food.
As you can see, it is pretty scary to be the decider. I do not want to decide lunch everyone hates. That would just be the worst. I would have to hide out in my cube in fear.
And then there are all the traditional festivities. And I mean traditional in the most extreme sense. There has to be games, and everyone will play. There has to be a dessert contest. There has to be certain décor. And all this has to happen in a very traditionally-specific way.
Do you see the madness? The pressure? Ack, it is just too difficult to please the masses. So much so that it takes the fun right out of forced fun leaving only the forced part. It is enough to make a girl want to call Dominos and call it a day. Oh, and everyone should eat at their desk. Alone