December 20th, 2012

this is the hook

On the great midsummer stampede and my part in it

Today is the day the Christmas lunches start. Well, there are really only two of them - my team one (which we have to pay for ourselves this year) and the whole work one at which we eat sausage rolls and give each other Secret Santa gifts. I was lucky this year in that I got someone I actually know (my workplace is monkeysphere-challenging large) and he's From The Internet, so I have given him How to tell if your cat is plotting to kill you from The Oatmeal, because it was on special for a tenner ages ago and I grabbed one thinking it'd make a good gift for someone. Mwuahahaha, fear my powers of organisationey goodness!

Meanwhile, I fully expect to get an inflatable neck pillow or a box of coriander flavoured gourmet chocolates, because monkeysphere and also because I'm pretty private at work. Unless it's my immediate colleagues, nobody knows all that much about me. Ah well, most of my friends like coriander, so there's that.

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Yes, my internal gymnastics over Christmas buying are riveting, aren't they? Please someone, come here and validate me by telling me I'm not the only one that overthinks this?

Solstice tomorrow. Those of you up there in the Northern Hemisphere, we have all your daylight! Muahahahaa!