December 20

  • Ahh­hhh.

    The last trip to the post office hap­pened twenty min­utes ago, and now I’m upstairs with my shoes off and a cup of “Christ­mas Break­fast” tea next to me. As I said before, I loved all the extra things I did this Advent, but in the last day or so, it has just come down to a lot of details that wouldn’t die.

    So now they’re dead. Pack­ages have been assem­bled, Christ­mas newslet­ters have been sent out, and the din­ing room and office look like they’ve been hit by a tor­nado. (That’s why I’m upstairs and not down­stairs. I’ll have at it tomor­row. Maybe.)

    There’s just one other thing to take care of, and that’s the office Christ­mas party. The Christ­mas com­mit­tee still isn’t sure about a theme, and there’s the potluck to fig­ure out, plus the Secret Santa exchange has to hap­pen. We’re pretty sure the CEO knows he has to give a speech (or at least a toast), but he kept say­ing that he needed more infor­ma­tion, so I guess I’ve got to make up a flier to send out.

    It may sound like we’re leav­ing this till pretty late, but we get to do things like that — as well as hav­ing bla­tantly reli­gious over­tones and lots of other har­rass­ment — because our com­pany only has two employ­ees — Greg and myself. So what­ever the com­mit­tee (he and I) sub­mit to man­age­ment (him and me) will prob­a­bly go through, because oth­er­wise (we,) the legal depar­ment will have to get with (us,) the HR depart­ment and about that time, it just gets kind of confusing.

    This is a new thing for this year, but we’re think­ing it’ll be a tra­di­tion. For one thing, it’s absurd. It’s just a way to unwind and act like a com­pany just long enough to make fun of all the things that we don’t miss about com­pany life. And for another thing, it’s some­thing just for us — no one else has to get the joke (which may be just as well), because it’s a fam­ily thing and a com­pany thing, which is how our life is.

    So I’ve got that to plan, and the dec­o­ra­tions and potluck and flier and Secret Santa things to do. But it’s not exactly a high-pressure sit­u­a­tion, because the worse it ends up the fun­nier it all is, which is kind of the point. Besides, it’s a labor of love, and those are never all that hard.


    Related posts:

    1. Decem­ber 17 and deformed treats
    2. No room at the inn. Or the megachurch.
    3. Dumb Christ­mas presents
    4. Get­ting all Christmas-d up here

    December 20th, 2005 | Grace | 3 Comments |

3 Responses and Counting...

  • Mimi 12.20.2005

    Enjoy that work party!

  • s-p

    sigh.…we don’t even have a Christ­mas tree set up yet. You orga­nized peo­ple make me sick! :)

  • Grace

    Don’t get too sick. I’ve logged in more years of non-organized Christ­mases than orga­nized ones. I just hap­pened to be into it this year AND have the time, which doesn’t always happen.

    And I’m here to say that after a point, being this orga­nized dur­ing Advent actu­ally starts to rob the mean­ing from the sea­son, because every lit­tle chore, errand and duty that you think of just seems to another and another. When I’m my usual lame self, some­how it all gets done but I’m not ping-ponging around all over the place. Phooey. Glad it’s almost Christmas.

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