The Introvert's First Social Committee Meeting

It was a lunch meeting, which made me nervous what with all of my food dislikes. All my fears came true. The plainest looking things were salad and ice water. The water was fine, but the salad had some sort of weird salad dressing already on it, which unfortunately I didn't know until some was in my mouth. Of course everybody commented on my lack of eating the free food, and in a panic I lied. Said I was going out for a big dinner tonight. Why do people think it's appropriate to comment on other people's eating? Maybe I have an eating disorder or something, that I don't want to discuss with coworkers. I don't, but I COULD, and that's what counts.

Even worse than the lack of food for me, was my neighbor at the conference table, who was eating a tunafish sandwich. There is no food that I hate more than tunafish. The smell makes me want to puke.

I arrived at the meeting on time and prepared, with a list of seven or eight ideas for the firm that would encourage employees to be more social. Back when we talked about my joining, the head of the social committe had told me she was excited to hear my ideas, but there was never an appropriate time during the meeting to share my list, and nobody asked. Guess I'll bring the list to next month's meeting.

Some of the grandmas were there, like Cat Lady. There was a hippie dippie secretary there (the tunafish eater) who dismissed something I said with, "Thank you for pointing that out, Green. That's a very interesting point." Now, although my father used to tell me I spoke just to hear my own voice, I haven't done that for years, and was not doing that today. It WAS an interesting point I was making (if I could remember what it was, I'd share it with you). Fucking Tunafish Eater. After the meeting, Cat Lady told me she's a nitwit.

Everyone else seemed to like me just fine, and after Nitwit had fled (a lot of her ideas got shot down, and I think she was hurt), I tentatively asked if perhaps our Christmas Lunch could be promoted as our Holiday Lunch, and if we could call our Secret Santa something less ... Christmas-related. It was a lonely jew moment. I explained that last year I didn't participate in the Secret Santa because of the name, but would really enjoy participating in the concept. So now we're having a Holiday Grab Bag instead of a Secret Santa. Everyone voted to take my suggestion that there is a price range, especially after I said that whoever buys a very nice scarf at Bloomingdales will be very upset to receive socks from Walgreens that have candy canes on them. I proposed a range of $10-$25, which went over quite well.

I agreed to work with some secretary on another floor (who I've never seen before in the entire year I've worked here) on a warm coat drive. Suppose it would help if I found out her name, huh?

After the meeting I waited for the Cowboy to leave the office, and then told Tuna I was running out of the office for a moment. I went to the Gap, bought socks (on sale!), and then went to Auntie Anne's for a pretzel.

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I still don't have computer access outside of work. Oy to the vey squared.