ring out the church bells!!! strike up the band!!! I SAID NO!!!
yes, dagnabbit - i said no.
remember about my boyfriend leaving our company? he said he wanted a happy hour, so i sent an email to the department telling them when and where. nothing structured, just if you want to come by, have a beer or a martini or a margarita or a combo of all (and i have seen some do that) and wish him well, then go for it.
that was Monday.
this is today.
i get an email from a chickie in his group. this chickie who's as old as me (hence why she's a chickie) AND has designs on his job, emails me to ask if i'm planning a potluck for him or not.
and i said no.
(insert Snoopy doing a happy dance all over Schroder's piano!)
dang but that felt gooooooood. lemme say it again. no-no-no-no-no-no-no!!!
i emailed chickie back and said, in an oh-so-nice way which was good, because believe me i wasn't feeling oh so nice and said that Juan was their lead, and therefore they should be planning a potluck if they want one. and if they wanted to open it up to the entire department, so much the better.
haven't heard a word back. tra-lalalalalalalalalalala!
if you ask me, it's kinda poopy. this guy has been their go-to guy for the last three years. the least they should be doing is a potluck. the very least.
having a mini-powwow with some supervisors later, i was commended for saying no. 'bout time, huh?
they're big girls down there. AND THEY'RE ALL GIRLS. let's face it, for most of us, planning is inbred. it's in our genes. and well, throw a party into the mix and it's onnnnnnnn.
i hope they put on their big girl panties and plan him the most kick-ass potluck our department has seen in years. (hopefully with good pansit and eggrolls, Cyn, can you hook me up here in So Cal? wait. i ain't a planning this one! tra-lalalalalallalaaaaa) the guy deserves it. he's worked hard to get where he is and has worked hard for that group. and it would be wrong for them to not recognize that.
and that's what should be done.
just not by me.