Woo!
Just back from the office Yule party. If I’d known that red wine would make me feel this good, I’d have started drinking it at eleven o’clock this morning when I started feeling really ill.
Seriously, though, my short Christmas Special Return to Retail — For A Limited Time Only! — was made a lot easier by my stellar boss and coworkers. (Okay, the easy-going clients were a significant factor as well. No one was freaking out this Christmas, which was good to see. I was worried; after all, part of the reason I burned out after eleven years of retail had to do with the needy clients, who were in remarkable scarcity this past week, thank goodness.) Tonight’s party, spent in the company of my colleagues, was incredibly enjoyable, even taking my rebellious stomach into account. My only regret is that I didn’t dare eat anything for fear it wouldn’t stay down; the buffet looked amazing, especially the desserts. Denied the solid food, I started off by drinking 7-Up, and flung caution to the wind after my second glass. If I was going to be sick anyway, I might as well choose to be sick in style. Oddly enough, the wine seems to have settled my stomach. It has also, however, gone right to my head, since I’ve had nothing to eat today.
Oh, well. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.