I went with Mr Jedi to his company party Thursday evening. Usually, his office throws a nice party, but I wasn't too impressed with this one. They rented a tiny nightclub downtown--and I do mean tiny. About the size of a long hallway tiny. Not much food to speak of; a couple veggie trays and a couple pizzas that were so greasy, they set my stomach off*. The planners thought kareoke would be such a fabulous idea, but no one wanted to do it. Personally, I don't think anyone was drunk enough at that point. And the CEO, who really is a darling lady, was really driving me bonkers. She's very boisterous, which in and of itself is not a bad thing. The bad thing is her voice is very shrill and grating, and she was practically screaming into a microphone that was already turned up to max volume. We left as soon as bonuses were handed out, and I ended up with an upset stomach and a headache. My ears are still ringing.
*I've been having flare-ups on my right side for months now. Methinks it's time to get the ol' gallbladder looked at, but since I do gallbladder scans a LOT, I'm not sure if that's the problem or I'm just a hypochondriac.
*I've been having flare-ups on my right side for months now. Methinks it's time to get the ol' gallbladder looked at, but since I do gallbladder scans a LOT, I'm not sure if that's the problem or I'm just a hypochondriac.
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