It’s that time of year again…..
The tinsel and trees are out, a million presents to be bought, turkeys to be roasted and mistletoe to be hung. You guessed it. It’s Christmas time. Now, I’m not a complete Grinch as I do like the festive season, but I don’t really celebrate Christmas and don’t buy gifts, etc. Generally, I like this time of year. Everyone is happier, I like the colder weather and we get loads of time off work. What could be better?
Well, what I dread is not the actual day or the festivities, but the damn Work Christmas Party. Why? I’ll tell you why……..it’s because the following will undoubtedly go through my head in the run-up to the big “do”:
“I have nothing to wear. And whatever I wear will make me look horrible and disgusting.”
“Should I buy a new dress? Although if I do, it’ll just make me look horrible and disgusting.”
“I’ll be photographed next to a bunch of ridiculously good-looking people.”
“Photos. Enough said.”
“Someone will no doubt pay me the fake ‘You look lovely’ compliment and I’ll have to smile politely and just take it.”
“Photos.” (I added this one again, because there will be at least one photo with a bunch of handsome ladies and gents and then me with my gigantic face ruining it all. I’m cringing just thinking about it.)
Well, there you have it. The dreaded Christmas Party. It’s tonight & I’m going, wearing the best outfit I could rummage from my closet.
Keep an eye out for those pictures! 😉