3rd Annual Party Because It’s HOT Parking Lot Party
So today, the beginning of our holiday (Labor Day) weekend, was our 3rd annual party because it’s hot parking lot party at work. This party originated within my first year with this Agency as a result of there having been a long time in between company outings and days off etc. I was tasked with coming up with something and that was all there was. And the parking lot party just because it’s hot outside was born.
We close at 2 on the Friday before Labor Day so we end up shutting down operations at noon and cooking out in the parking lot and taking up two of the Dr.s parking spaces and really just standing around eating and talking. Then usually within a half hour, most everyone gets hot and goes inside and then gets back to work. I however, would rather blog. We usually all bring something to eat so it’s a potluck of sorts and the office pays for the meat. This year though, we had the office birthday celebration two days ago and I didn’t feel like anyone should be asked to bring food twice in one week so the office bought it all. That was a fun trip this morning. I took Brooke to the grocery store with me because she’s the one with the company credit card since I moved out of accounting and into HR. We went through the store throwing miscellaneous crap into the cart that we thought would be tasty and then hit the alcohol and chocolate isles full force.
I also have a candy bowl at my desk so I try to stock up on chocolate as often as I can. The office can devour some chocolate so we’re frequently experiencing detox because Tams doesn’t feel like going to the store every other week but this time since I was already there I thought, why not? I’m also not a beer drinker, so I just got a case of Bud Light, Coors Light and Miller Light. They don’t like that, tough. BRING YOUR OWN! I digress.
Now, I’m eagerly awaiting the 2:00 hour so I can leave the office and go get my nails done. They’re looking pretty craptastic lately. I know you care. Admit it. You do. It’s OK. And then I’m pretty sure I’m going to spend the rest of the evening in my jammies, curled up on my couch, reading. Hell, I probably won’t move from that spot all weekend except to go potty and find food. The boy won’t be happy with me but when is he? Teen angst has set in in full force. He hates everything right now.
Ta.