We had another Christmas Party Planning committee meeting today at work.  Our last meeting, I was excited and looking forward to the party.  I thought I had someone to go with.  Now, I'll be going alone.  As usual.  I hate going to these sort of things alone.  No one to commiserate with, no one to make fun of others with.  (On a side note, we are making name tags for the Christmas Party.  Don't we all work together?  Shouldn't we know each other?  I'm wearing someone else's.)  The truth is, big crowds make me nervous (even when I know the people).  I hate going to parties by myself.  Mingling is not one of my better skills.  Ugh.  This is where a gay boyfriend would really come in handy.

Oh, the party?  Is on my 30th birthday.  (Note:  I am bummed about my birthday.  Not about the getting older part, but about the I am a single career gal who doesn't want to be single and actually has no career path.  Seriously, most of what I do I did when I worked as a lab tech in high school.  Seven years of school has gotten me more money, but not much else.)