Tis the Season
Dec. 14th, 2005 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianI think I lucked out, all things considered. I must have switched off the alarm in my sleep this morning, or as close to it as makes no odds, because the first thing I knew about this morning was me looking at the clock and seeing that it was 8:25 a.m, about an hour after my alarm is supposed to go off and five minutes before I'm making final preparations to leave the house most days. So with those five minutes I had to fling some clothes on, use the loo and unfortunately disappoint the poor unfortunate moggy whose usual fuss-time I had slept right through. I'll have to make it up to her this evening.
The editors are back. Yay for the editors as they potter around the office and destroy my well-ordered life. Though Hilary, Angela, James and I had a nice little conversation about homemade ice cream, the kinds of people who don't like or eat fruit and thus deprive their life partners of fruit-based desserts (not complaining; just saying, and I'm not the only one with that problem), disgusting food concepts (bacon and egg-flavoured ice cream and those Jones sodas done in sprout, cranberry sauce, mashed potato and gravy flavours for the holidays) and the whole Thanksgiving thing and why it's at different times of year for Americans and Canadians. For some reason, Hilary didn't get that it was a harvest festival and therefore dependent on the harvest times for the individual country. *shrug*
It's also the office Christmas lunch today, so there are men in suits sitting around with Michael drinking wine while the rest of us are slogging away for the next hour. It's kind of torturous, all things considered. But never mind; my turn will come. Possibly not for the wine, though, because I'm generally not that much of a drinker -- although there are obviously exceptions (she says, remembering last year's Christmas dinner). But then again, therein lies the problem; I'm relatively new in this job and it's amazing the conclusions people will draw from the dumbest things. For example: people assume I don't smoke because I "don't look the type", and are always surprised when they see me having a cigarette before coming into work. So passing up a glass of wine at Christmas tends to generate questions like "What, don't you drink?" and I don't frankly fancy having to explain to people that I do but not often because then it becomes a topic of conversation and basically, I think people have far better things to talk about at Christmas lunches then my drinking habits. You may think I'm overreacting, but it has happened before. In any case, I think I can have one glass to be polite. Seems the thing to do.
The editors are back. Yay for the editors as they potter around the office and destroy my well-ordered life. Though Hilary, Angela, James and I had a nice little conversation about homemade ice cream, the kinds of people who don't like or eat fruit and thus deprive their life partners of fruit-based desserts (not complaining; just saying, and I'm not the only one with that problem), disgusting food concepts (bacon and egg-flavoured ice cream and those Jones sodas done in sprout, cranberry sauce, mashed potato and gravy flavours for the holidays) and the whole Thanksgiving thing and why it's at different times of year for Americans and Canadians. For some reason, Hilary didn't get that it was a harvest festival and therefore dependent on the harvest times for the individual country. *shrug*
It's also the office Christmas lunch today, so there are men in suits sitting around with Michael drinking wine while the rest of us are slogging away for the next hour. It's kind of torturous, all things considered. But never mind; my turn will come. Possibly not for the wine, though, because I'm generally not that much of a drinker -- although there are obviously exceptions (she says, remembering last year's Christmas dinner). But then again, therein lies the problem; I'm relatively new in this job and it's amazing the conclusions people will draw from the dumbest things. For example: people assume I don't smoke because I "don't look the type", and are always surprised when they see me having a cigarette before coming into work. So passing up a glass of wine at Christmas tends to generate questions like "What, don't you drink?" and I don't frankly fancy having to explain to people that I do but not often because then it becomes a topic of conversation and basically, I think people have far better things to talk about at Christmas lunches then my drinking habits. You may think I'm overreacting, but it has happened before. In any case, I think I can have one glass to be polite. Seems the thing to do.