This time of year always brings a curious tradition to the work place---the handing out of holiday cards (I omitted the "Christmas" from the "cards" simply to piss off the religiousright, re: wrong). Now, although the issuing of holiday greetings is certainly something I do do (hee hee, I said doo doo) what gets me is when I get cards from not only people I don't really know well at all but also from those select coworkers who I routinely go out of my way to avoid on a daily basis. And you know who you are, you come into my work stall and drop the card on my desk as though I'm not sitting RIGHT THERE pretending to work. Do you even know my name, because you didn't write it on the envelope? Is it politeness that forces these people to wish holiday good tidings on basically total strangers? I mean, that's something I'd do, the old hold over from that find upstanding Catholic upbringing---"it's just what you do". But even I don't do it. The cynical side of me prefers to think that it's all a popularity drill, Marsha Brady gone wild. You give out cards in a race to see how many you get back, despite the fact that they come from people you dislike and perhaps the additional insult of receiving cards from "Jane Peterson" although "the Robbins Family" has been scratched out on the inside of the card. Well, I fell for it last year (handed out cards with a martini on the front and "Get polluted this Xmas" on the inside) but this year I'm not playing along. I'LL SHOW YOU ALL! No cards for you! (Please note the green card above, second from the left---that's the alien baby of a coworker. Ugly children shouldn't grace greeting cards.)
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