I hate this stupid lets-find-one-more-reason-to-eat holiday. I dread it every year. I'm doing my job. My paycheck is recognition enough, thank you very much. I do not need or want or like the extra attention that comes from celebrating this ridiculous day.
I work in a very large hotel. I'm just one of... um... thirty? administrative assistants. I mean professionals, of course. And each year, they turn this one completely meaningless day into a whole week of
One day it’s a trivia game, the next it’s a group breakfast. Okay, I’m not a total scrooge. The assorted candy and snacks left on my desk were nice… but, please, for the love of all that’s sweet and chocolatey, let me get back to