I have to go to the dreaded Company Christmas Party. UGH!!!!! I am not one that likes to socialize with the people that I work with - I never have. I so don't want to go; but I have no choice. So, here I sit all dressed up, ready to go.
The party is at a very old church that is supposedly amazing. Except for the fact that it's located in the worst part of the city - so bad that they are providing shuttles to and from the event. So, not only do I don't want to go, but I'm supposed to follow the timeline of the shuttles. Fortunately, I am riding with the German (D); he's wife is American and they have the cutest little girl Chloe. Unfortunately, spouses are not allowed. But, none the less, he is driving and promises to leave right after the dinner. He better! Or I will be pissed.
Okay - off I go. Wish me luck!
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