Next week should see some blogging in earnest but right now I've got a couple of projects of higher importance and some pesky social duties tonight, one of which is writing out Christmas cards for my female co-workers. Why you may ask ?
First, they are a pleasant, attractive and fun bunch and I consider many of them to be my friends. Secondly, knowing me as well as they do, I've already received a few " early-birds" on my desk this week as a symbolic reminder to get my act together and make sure I give them some cards. Frankly, it's a small price to pay to make certain that the tsunami of collective Christmas female rage is directed at some other unfortunate carrier of the Y chromosome.
And no, I don't give any cards to the guys. In general, none of the men, myself included, really care if they get a card or not. Plus, I'd rather not be on a Christmas card basis with my male co-workers - I think they feel the same way. In fact, if one of us were so foolish as to try to start that kind of a tradition we'd accept his card with a wan grimace and then discuss amongst ourselves when we first noticed his latent homosexual tendencies.