It’s a sleepy Saturday after the work Christmas party on Friday night. I’m exhausted!!
I worked my ass off. Feel a bit like I’ve been hit by a truck today, even though I stayed in bed until 9:00am.
Observations from a 40-something:
1. I plan a pretty good party. Good food, great people, well organized.
2. I can roll with the punches, like having our sales guy tell me he thought the food was horrible and the service dreadful. 139/140 people thought it was great. Sales guy is an asshole.
3. I can handle having the Hot French Lobbyist there, looking all gorgeous and sexy, and enjoy his company even though he’s totally out of bounds. And kisses my cheeks. Twice. Oh-la-la!
4. I’m thrilled with my life, however much it is a work-in-progress right now. I speak with a coworker who lives with her Mom, is terrible with her finances and completely hates her life, and I’m grateful for my own. I am truly blessed.
Except I need some romance in my life!!