Usually the differences between me and the rest of my team at work simmer under the surface. I hear them talk about how drunk they were on the weekend or who’s pissed off at who on Facebook and I take a deep breath and smile inwardly. I’m glad I don’t need to engage on a personal level. We mostly talk about work related stuff and I’m comfortable with that.
But today I feel particularly uncomfortable. Like the differences between them and me are written in block capitals and stapled to my forehead.
Today is our team Christmas lunch and I am not attending.
Points for consideration:
- A week or so ago, a colleague said, “It’ll be a hoot! Last year we prettied ourselves up in Christmas decorations and stuff, and got really drunk. You should come!”
- Yesterday people were loading up on carbs in preparation.
- Today I heard someone announce they’re wearing their “drinking shoes”.
- Today almost all the women are wearing something with sequins.
- An exchange I had with my boss prior to her leaving for the lunch:
Are you staying at work this afternoon?
Gee, I’m glad I’m not you!
I understand people getting together with friends and enjoying a few drinks. But it’s the idea that you can’t just work together, you must also play together that rubs me the wrong way.
I don’t want to play and you’re not the boss of me.
I will stay in the office until 5:00pm to make sure phone calls are answered.
I will catch the bus home.
I will help Burfit give The Doctor his drugs.
We will eat dinner.
We will watch a DVD/play a board game/drink tea.
I will go to bed well before midnight.
I’m just a different flavour of normal, okay?