Whoopdee Doo

Bit confused on certain matters of office etiquette.

The scene: I work in a not-entirely-friendly office. People don’t like each other very much. We are split into little offices and fiefdoms up and down this hallway. I got along very well with my last boss, but I think that might have just been a function of us having to sit in the same room for 40 hours a week. Now, personally, there are a handful of coworkers that I genuinely like in this hallway — or like what I know of them, which isn’t really all that much.

The problem: The Husband and I are herding people together for a Happy Hour next Thursday. He is inviting lots of coworkers, and a former-coworker-friend person. Me, I’m inviting a high school friend and her sig other. But what about my coworkers that I like? Should I invite them, even though I don’t know them all that well? One of them has been very helpful with grad school advice (as he is in the same program), and the other two have always been nice and helpful, and we will probably bond over Dreamweaver. Hmm.

My fears: That it will get out that I’m advocating a Happy Hour when I’m not planning to invite everyone. Also that none of the coworkers I invite will come, and it will be a sure sign that they all detest me.

? I dunno. The Husband doesn’t view this as any big problem at all, but I can’t help worrying about it.

Social crisis aside, I am already too spoiled for the first episode of Doctor Who. I don’t mind coming across mildly-titillating spoilers as I trot along, but some people and news agencies who know what’s up have this awful habit of writing down something rather important about the plot in very plain language that spoils a huge part of the plot. This indeed happened to me today. I had a vague idea of what was going to happen, but now I know a key plot point. Arrrgh. (And it’s not like I could force myself to not look at anything Who related to avoid such occurrences.)

I am applying for jobs. My boss’ office is a black hole that devours all of my best-laid plans, dreams, ideas, and aspirations. Not only that, but I am seriously considering ditching the whole fundraiser gig to become a public policy wonk. Same degree, really, just different electives.

The Husband and I are starting to look at real estate again. I don’t know if our credit will weather the scrutiny, even after all of the progress we’ve made over the past year. It might be too early for us to even consider it, but I can’t help it. The idea of house shopping is more than I can possibly resist.


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