msbelle, I very much prefer a monthly celebration, too.
Crap. My vacuum is trapped in the closet in the den behind some huge boxes of audio-visual equipment. The dustbuster isn't cutting it.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle, I very much prefer a monthly celebration, too.
Crap. My vacuum is trapped in the closet in the den behind some huge boxes of audio-visual equipment. The dustbuster isn't cutting it.
I prefer nothing at all.
But I'm a non-celebrating grouch who doesn't want to be forced to socialize with coworkers.
My vacuum is trapped in the closet
R. Kelly must be using it for something, then.
What I would really like to do is to have monthly donuts/muffins/pastries people can grab as they want accompanied by an email noting the events we know about, rather than an "event", but I am not sure that will fly.
Oh god, the stupid, it burrrrrrrns.
I think it's time for me to go get soup.
Assuming it's for your historical novel, I think giving up a piece or two would be the more likely handicap to offer.
I can work with that. Right now my semi-expert's dialogue reads something like, "But I am helping you! I didn't let you do [STUPID THING WITH HER KNIGHT]."
Notes like this are common in my rough drafts. When this scene is finished, if I'm doing it right, readers should think I'm a decent chess player who speaks French (the semi-expert is a Frenchman struggling to learn English). Right now it's painfully obvious neither is the case.
And...I'm off to a sexual harassment prevention class. Lucky me.
What I would really like to do is to have monthly donuts/muffins/pastries people can grab as they want accompanied by an email noting the events we know about, rather than an "event", but I am not sure that will fly
That's what we do here. It really helps cut down on favoritism. Also, I send out an email every month asking for new updates in people's lives, and if they want me to keep it private or not.
I think it's time for me to go get soup.
I am eating a salad. Because the salad has bacon. And I needed bacon after a morning of stupid.
I prefer nothing at all.
But I'm a non-celebrating grouch who doesn't want to be forced to socialize with coworkers.
I am sarameg. I wish for no work celebrations or gift giving. Too potentially fraught. And I've liked most of the people I've worked with very much. And if wishes were horses...