I Love my job, and the place I work - whcih makes the holidays really suck when they didn't return the love. At least there was this weekend's annual company holiday party. To ensure that most people won't enjoy it, they took the following measures:
1) Held the party in the office building, but still allowed drinking (around people still trying to work) - how weird is that?
2) Made sure that it was scheduled when a large number of people were working, and thus, could not attend.
3) Kept the party firmly to only one specific religious denomination (Merry Christmas!).
4) Made no mention of a holiday bonus, whatsoever.
The holiday party comitte did do one thing to liven spirits. Volumes of overstock books were left on the tables as parting gifts! Well, actually only one book was scattered about in the hundreds: "Bountiful Blessings for Busy Women." I'm told that even though I'm neither a woman, nor religious, I can still find inspiration in the book. Allow me to read an inspirational passage....Hold on....Let me find one that doesn't talk about God.....um...hold on...ok, here we go: "Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

Excellent. I wish they just gave us a the option for fist to the groin instead. All of this must've affected me deeply becuase I went agrro at a bar later for a guy tring to steal one of our vacant chairs. Maybe I should've got right to reading that book instead of accidently losing it.