The dreaded work Christmas Party

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*sigh* ok last week someone from our main building came by asking about the Christmas party, said they were doing the secret santa thing (but you don't pick names) etc. I reallydon't like these things... it hurts just thinking about them. So I am hemming and hawing...then I ask him if anyone else from here was going and he said no... he was really pressuring me and then I say yes (even though I don't want to attend). I email him about ten minutes after he leaves and say I don't feel confortable attending with no reply back from him.
Today is the party and a couple of my coworkers are attending for a few minutes... so I grab some extra homemade fudge from home and decide that I can lay low and just eat etc. Well I walk in and the person who was organizing this says "I thought you weren't coming" Like in front of ten people. I just say "I have fudge" Then he says but you emailed me and said you weren't coming...I just get out "but I have fudge" and try walking by... by then someone chimed in to leave the girl alone.. I felt like crying right there... Someone even from my section earlier before I left to go to the party was telling me I should be sociable...I was like no offense but I don't have to ... argh! It wasn't worth it! I just want to cry!

Thank you.

I'm quoting from a rather longer personal ad I composed when three(female) colleagues at work insisted I should be making more effort to get matched up.
(49 and single)

I appear to be slowly making progress in educating them that "my ways are not as your ways", even to the point where good laughs can be had about it.

But the Christmas party involving more people and staff from other branches...
Now that's another kettle of fish.

My husband's company's annual Christmas party is tonight, and this year *I don't have to go*! Yippie! I can definitely relate to the dread aspect....it's one of those things I do every year for my husband, because he really enjoys going and enjoys it more if I go with him. And it could be worse -- at least I get to talk with a lot of nerdy computer guys (if I can manage to avoid having to talk to the wives....fortunately not all of them come).

Our babysitter couldn't do it this year, and my husband's parents offered to drive down and babysit for us, but I vetoed that by looking at my husband long and hard and saying, "So not only will I have to sacrifice my entire Thursday evening for your party, but also half the day Friday because your parents will sleep over and I'll have to sit and drink coffee and chitchat with them all morning?!?"

(It would be nice if it didn't bother him that I feel this way....he "gets it," sort of, at least he understands that I don't enjoy socializing, but I don't think he *really* gets it....I think he thinks I am deluding myself or something. Sigh.)

Argh... I hate those sorts of things. Usually I end up the weirdo who reads a book during the party in a corner.

Good luck.

Haha it's so true. I usually end up talking to the old people who aren't having a good time and I find far more interesting most of the time.