Category Archives: XMAS
For a reason I cannot put my finger on, I said Yes. Yes, I can.
Attend a Christmas party of a client’s. Next month.
Now I can’t believe I actually said yes.
The thing is, I am very happy in my moosing cave and don’t really want to leave it for other people. On the other hand, I really want to get to know the people I am in daily e-mail contact with. It cannot hurt.
So before an endless inner war broke out, I said yes.
Now I have nothing to wear.
And what am I going to talk about – work?
And what about my hair?
And how do I get there?
How do I get home?
Why did I say yes?!?