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So today I went to my work's Thanksgiving dinner. I wound up leaving right after the company president gave his "state of the company" speech, because it was completely, totally, mindnumbingly boring and the food was terrible. (One thing I both love and hate about the South? "I have a church thing in the morning," is an excuse even more valid than "A waiter set me on fire," even if a waiter really did set you on fire.)
I don't think I'll go to the Christmas thing. Sitting through a half-hour prayer that was ostensibly about Thanksgiving was bad enough, but if I hear "the reason for the season," ever again, particularly in a setting where I am not allowed to mercilessly mock that stupid trite turn of phrase with its stupid rhyme and its stupid people saying it who are convinced there is some kind of war on a goddamn dressed-up pagan holiday, I may just set myself on fire.
ESSENTIALLY, CHRISTIANITY: I HATE IT, WORK PARTIES: I'M NEVER GOING TO ANOTHER ONE, TOMORROW: DAMN AM I GLAD IT'S SATURDAY.
I don't think I'll go to the Christmas thing. Sitting through a half-hour prayer that was ostensibly about Thanksgiving was bad enough, but if I hear "the reason for the season," ever again, particularly in a setting where I am not allowed to mercilessly mock that stupid trite turn of phrase with its stupid rhyme and its stupid people saying it who are convinced there is some kind of war on a goddamn dressed-up pagan holiday, I may just set myself on fire.
ESSENTIALLY, CHRISTIANITY: I HATE IT, WORK PARTIES: I'M NEVER GOING TO ANOTHER ONE, TOMORROW: DAMN AM I GLAD IT'S SATURDAY.