the christmas party thing

okay. what can i say? i was never lucky at grand draws and all that raffle crap. i should've known better than to hope for, say, a home entertainment system. Or perhaps a free trip for two to cebu. but i did. hope, that is. hope that the look of resignation on my face would fool lady luck into, well, some sort of submission. but no. i got the dinkiest prize of the night. the first ones they gave away. it was a bag of "goodies" - packed with soap, deodorant and facial wash. what's that about?!? how is that even a prize? (fine. i'm an ingrate! so be it.) anyway, here's how this one went:

boss: from the fm team...
me: not me, not me, not me...
boss: ...traffic gal gina...
me: (momentary sigh of relief before resuming to my) not me, please god, not me...
boss: ...ophelia...
me: damn.
cousin: (all smug, nudging me on the side) go on, go on. claim your prize now!
boss: ...and cousin!
cousin: crap.


downside: saw my 40-something-year-old hr manager get on his hands and knees and grind like a chippendale's guy on speed (but, sadly, without the bod, the good looks or the charm). say it with me: ew.

upside: turned popular local band into a karaoke machine. colleagues grabbed microphone from (thankfully) nice singer and belted out "mandy", "get here" and other silly crap. good fun really.

real downside: no christmas bonus. again.

real upside: duck danced the hula! up on stage and everything!