For some insane reason I volunteered to bring chili Tuesday for our office Halloween party. What was I thinking? I may back out and sign up for break and bake cookies if the casserole nazi doesn’t hunt me down in the ladies restroom, which is apparently my only hiding place at work. We are also having a costume contest at the office. Quite honestly I’ll be doing good to remember to dress the girls in Halloween colors that morning (no costumes at daycare as the teachers are doing face painting), send candy and face paint to daycare, possibly attend the girls’ parties that afternoon and then, of course, there is neighborhood trick or treating that night.
My office is pretty small but do we know how to party ad nauseum. Any and every holiday is a reason to bring in your mama’s favorite casserole and jumbo bags of Doritos. I’m not a scrooge, really, but sometimes it is a bit much. And if we had had just one more mandatory activity during our recent big charity fundraiser week honest to God I would have spontaneously combusted. What, you’ve never had to apologize to a client on the phone when the go ahead to play bingo is blasted over the company intercom system?
And am I supposed to actually work on Halloween? Surely they don’t expect us to be productive. If so, you will probably find me snorting Pixie Stix powder on my desk.