party like it's 1999
or at least like you’re enjoying yourself. oh, alright, fake it. what more can you do with an office xmas party?
as previously noted, my friend is leaving. she’s the only one not partaking of the festivities today, and is instead locked in her office, tying up loose ends. even in leaving, she can’t let her sense of obligation go. she and i have far more in common than i knew. i’m going to miss her.
of course, it was fan-dam-tastic to learn upon her departure that despite the fact that i do orbit on a different trajectory, there is still a very real chance that my days here are numbered. not because i’ve done (or plan to do) anything wrong. i just have the short end of the stick. i’m not wanted. i’m not popular. i’m not one of the gang.
so for today, for the purpose of not being a party-pooper, i will cower down, ever so slightly, and try to blend in. try to act like i don’t know what’s going on. but come monday, i have every intention of coming to work, head held high, determination strong, and every fibre of my being focused on doing the best job i can till the last day i’m here, because that’s what i do.
because i have obligations, and i live up to them.
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