Well, today we have the anual party at work… still can’t get used to being ordered to have fun with a bunch of people that consider me either a child, or somebody that doesn’t matter anyway. Nevertheless, the one reason for going there is that seeing all those oldies (but goldies :)) dancing, trying to move their hips and legs like they used to (perhaps) makes me laugh, it’s also sad if you think about it, but trust me, seeing them on floor is so hilarious:). So, I dress up, put on some make up and just go. It’s ok, but the thought that this happens because I have to, not because I want to, makes me feel bad. Hate constraints of any kind…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Well, today we have the anual party at work… still can’t get used to being ordered to have fun with a bunch of people that consider me either a child, or somebody that doesn’t matter anyway. Nevertheless, the one reason … Continue reading