Back to the office after an extended period. January is all about performance evaluations for my staff which have absolutely no bearing on anything of importance except taking up time. If you only to talk to your staff once a year, you have a major problem anyway. Not that anyone listens. You get little nagging e-mails with a reminder, which become progressively more aggressive if you ignore the system.
But it may be how the electronic monster is fed - sending cryptic notes about DOOM & DESPAIR-Jiminey Cricket and Bona Bonita have to be written about in great detail, lest I forget apparently. Fill in 2007 and the monster reacts again! It is still not satisfied. More notes, more reminders. You must now tell Jiminey and Bona how much fun they will have in 2008- DO IT-DO NOT THINK-DO NOT PASS GO - AND DEFINITELY DO NOT PICK UP ANY EXTRA GOLD!!!!
However, such mind-numbing tasks were forgotten in the socializing that we did manage over the last couple of weeks. Met the "Committee" and associates (husbands/father/youngster) for dinner around 6:30-we were still quaffing wine, finishing each other's dinners and discussing life, love and the pursuit of happiness at 9:45. Typical when we get together.
The first game was trying to determine the identity of the tuxedo-clad gentlemen in the next private room from our (apparently they have entertained us before, so we get a private room-I believe that to be a compliment). They were wearing red fedoras and a variety of ornate medallions on chains. Guesses ranged from the "old men's red hat society"; "court jesters"; "officials of the court"; "doormen". The last guess was based upon their eagerness to hold doors for the ladies of our party.
And the winner is "JESTERS". Yes, I know. I had no idea they had their own society-probably helps for bookings and not repeating each other's materials.
As I had requested dinner and dancing we adjourned to the bar area where "The Middle-Aged White Band" (just a guess) were holding court. Ahem, we were the proverbial spring chickens in the room. You just haven't lived until you see 70-somethings trying to jive to CC Ryder. I noted they played a slow tune every other selection which Burt, the comedian, noted "they probably don't want to see heart attacks on the dance floor". Good point.
The following week Dad came over for dinner at his now favorite Italian restaurant in Lansing where he decided he wanted to discuss the state of the world and the candidates running for Prom King or Queen. His views have become aggressively negative lately, so I was forced to defend liberalism at the top of my voice as he is a "tad" hard of hearing. No doubt the entire restaurant now knows my views. Oh well. At least no rabid Republicans picketed the table.
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