“but hun, I’m giving you 10 days notice on this!” my husband said when he called me on the 10th to let me know about ‘the company picnic’ that I am supposedly required to attend with him and the kids. GASP! That’s THIS Sunday! The panic and anxiety about this are consuming my every hour of every day, yup including sleeping hours. What the hell am I going to do? Hmmmmmmmmmm I could get sick really quick, no that won’t work, I am required to go. This is probably the only thing about me that annoys the hell out of my husband, not wanting to socialize, not wanting to be around people for that many hours at a time. I can handle anyone for 30 minutes but for 6 hours and 60 people?!? and sober at that!
He and the owner of the company have decided to bribe me with cash, “you are guaranteed $100 at one of the games.” I hate to say this but I’d rather NOT have the $100.