I don't know about you, but when the office Christmas party comes round again, I become all bah humbug about it. To put it bluntly, I hate it. It's not that I don't get on with my colleagues, but seeing that I spend more time with them than I do at home with my own family, the last thing I want to do is sit with them eating mediocre festive fair and pretending to be jolly. Ho, ho ho! Let's all get pissed and have a blast!
In fairness, it's not as bad as all that, but to my mind there is a certain pressure that comes with any office party, but particularly Christmas ones, where unless you are reduced to silly blind drunkenness and forced cheer, you are the odd one out.
Incidentally, I didn't wear any perfume today. Bad moods and perfume don't go particularly well together, but now that our firm has closed until the new year, I am on holiday and looking forward to trying all the samples Carol sent me recently. I've already sampled DSH Festive and Sandalo Inspiritu, both of which are great, but more about them another day.
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