"Oh at the place where I work--we're like family." Right. When you have to see coworkers day in and day out, we get sick of each other's faces, we get on each other's nerves, we push each other's buttons, we talk behind each other's backs, we hold grudges... just like family. Mercifully, most of our real family, the ones with whom we spend holidays, are people we don't see that often. So whatever idiocies are said at the big family gathering:
"I really think you should start having children. You're not getting any younger"
Or our response:
"I really think you should stop talking. You're not getting any smarter" are said and then we all get into our respective cars, gripe all the way home to ourselves, anyone unfortunate to be trapped in there with us, or a BFF on the other end of the hands-free, and then badmouth each other from two separate states until next year's gala event.
It's not always as easy after the company holiday event. If someone you've confided in about your infertility starts gabbing, maybe after confusing the open bar with the buffet two or twelve times or we ourselves start divulging more than we meant to because we sometimes mistake supervisors for chums when they have on lipstick, perfume, and a hoochy dress... you won't have to deal with the backlash until.....Not next Thanksgiving. Not next Christmas..... Monday.
And a juicy bit of news around tired, bored, overworked, underpaid, employees will start spreading at the holiday party 2010 and grow and flourish until New Year's Day... 2012. When three phenomena will take place:
1) Something new and salacious inadvertently announced at the most recent company holiday party will take its place
2) Most people will have grown tired of the old news
3) 80% of the employees at the December 2010 holiday party won't attend the December 2011 holiday party because those holiday parties are only for company employees: Something those 80%, for one reason or other, will no longer be a year later.
So, this is what we're going to be getting into this week: Navigating through our infertility woes while dealing with work and coworkers during this holiday season.
And if you're headed out soon to the company holiday party just remember:
Often during hard economic times, the only holiday bonus anyone comes home with is company gossip.
Listen, I gotta go. I've got to put on some meditation tapes and get into a yoga pose. I have my company party coming up this Friday. And I just made myself extremely paranoid.
I'll talk with ya again tomorrow.
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