Monday, December 18, 2006
I've still got it
I don't think I recounted how my store was having not one, but two Christmas parties. Because people find work parties to be so much fun.
Right.
The first one was spur of the moment and while it wasn't as terrible as I'd expected, I did find myself standing there alone a few times and feeling kind of stupid that no one wanted to talk to me. Fun.
Tonight was the second one. A White Elephant Gift Exchange that I was doing my best to ignore, hoping everyone would just assume I had class. Nope, not the case, they knew I was done with finals. So, I go. Mostly under the argument that if you're moaning about not having friends, (which I have been, even in people's Christmas cards, SORRY.) you can't turn ANY invitation down, since you never know where it will lead.
Right.
I get stuck with the worst gift in the pile (a reindeer on top of a grandma that moves in a humping-like motion while playing, you guessed it, Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer) while nearly everyone else gets a gift card to somewhere they'd actually go.
But.
The real gift I got was that I had an honestly good time, I never felt awkward and/or loserish and I even got a phone number from a possibly single, definitely straight guy in my age range (the son of a woman I work with, he got in tonight for his visit for the holidays) and the invitation to call him when I'm in San Francisco visiting my sister. He was cute. He was interesting. And not to pin too much to one conversation, but when I was talking to him, for the first time in months I felt like I was cute and interesting. And that's better than any gift card.
(Although, when the woman who got the Target gift card gave it to me on the sly, I thought, sweet! Toliet paper and laundry detergent I don't have to pay for.)
Right.
The first one was spur of the moment and while it wasn't as terrible as I'd expected, I did find myself standing there alone a few times and feeling kind of stupid that no one wanted to talk to me. Fun.
Tonight was the second one. A White Elephant Gift Exchange that I was doing my best to ignore, hoping everyone would just assume I had class. Nope, not the case, they knew I was done with finals. So, I go. Mostly under the argument that if you're moaning about not having friends, (which I have been, even in people's Christmas cards, SORRY.) you can't turn ANY invitation down, since you never know where it will lead.
Right.
I get stuck with the worst gift in the pile (a reindeer on top of a grandma that moves in a humping-like motion while playing, you guessed it, Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer) while nearly everyone else gets a gift card to somewhere they'd actually go.
But.
The real gift I got was that I had an honestly good time, I never felt awkward and/or loserish and I even got a phone number from a possibly single, definitely straight guy in my age range (the son of a woman I work with, he got in tonight for his visit for the holidays) and the invitation to call him when I'm in San Francisco visiting my sister. He was cute. He was interesting. And not to pin too much to one conversation, but when I was talking to him, for the first time in months I felt like I was cute and interesting. And that's better than any gift card.
(Although, when the woman who got the Target gift card gave it to me on the sly, I thought, sweet! Toliet paper and laundry detergent I don't have to pay for.)
# posted by kristen : 10:25 PM
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