I usually hit the stampede parties and a few breakfasts, and go down to the grounds once or twice a year. This year, I decided not to go to the work party, mostly because it's going to rain this afternoon and it's outdoors. I'm just not that interested in getting soaked, and I really just didn't feel like going. I still plan on heading down to the grounds at the end of the week to see someone at the Coke Stage.
I can't imagine what you must have gone through the first couple years of work, TurnedTheCorner. I must have had no less than ten people come by my office in the last two hours asking me why I wasn't going to the party, calling me a poor sport and a scrooge, and telling me I had no city spirit and was no fun. I've never been the target of so much vitriol before in my life. I feel like I just spat in the face of the baby Jesus.
I admire your dedication to your cause, I don't know if I could take ten days of that incessant barrage year in and year out. Could you share some strategies for disarming the people telling me I'm no fun and basically worthless?
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