Run away!

Waahh, suddenly everyone is talking about Christmas and I'm made to feel scroogy because I've managed to push it out of my mind so far. Mostly. I'm still hoping there will be some gathering I can attend for the good company and munching, but that's it. Not asking for cards or anything else. Wouldn't be fair since I don't have the $ to get gifts for anybody this year.

In a moment of weakness I said I'd go to work's do, which is tonight, so hopefully that's not too bad. Free food and drink.

Fuzzing out

I've survived the month-long review; being quality-assessed each week. Not the most pleasant experience I've ever had. I've legitimately had stuff to deal with, but since I didn't want to tell them about it; sucks to be me. This is now over and if I pay enough attention not to screw up again, I should be fine.

I've also survived the work Christmas thing this evening, in a crowded, noisy pub with nowhere to sit down. I soon developed a headache and took off when it became clear that the promised munchies were being staggered, i.e. one tray, then a wait, then another tray. I gave up in the end. Also the rats were waiting for dinner by the time I got home around 9pm and about to starve; at least, this is what they've led me to believe.

I had name trouble in the pub as well. At work people have done reasonably well adjusting to my name change, but as soon as they moved to another environment, their brains shut down. There was, of course, alcohol involved but I eventually got tired of being nonstop addressed by my old name. It's not that h ard. I've had friends who changed names and it's doable.