Resolutionary!

So, it's New Year's Eve. Since I am long past the time when standing in Times Square with a million drunks has any appeal, I'm writing a New Year's blog.

The scary thing is I actually agreed with New Jersey Governor Chris Christie on something. As much as it makes me nauseous to admit it, I agree that publicly announcing resolutions is pretty dumb. That's inviting people to watch your every move and kvell in Schaedenfreudan delight when you fail.

What would I resolve anyway? I could resolve to lose weight, but that would be redundant. I could resolve to save more money, but I don't really have any. I could resolve to learn more about computers, but that's pretty much impossible. I could resolve to keep my car clean, but I'd break that as soon as they dog wants a ride. So, you see my dilemma.

No resolutions. No champagne. No Times Square. But that doesn't mean I won't have a Happy New Year. You too.

Un-Christmas

I have never really been Scrooge-like.

Normally, no matter the stresses, I can push everything aside and concentrate on the holidays, but this year, I am having trouble focusing.

Avoidance of office politics has always been a priority with me. Certainly during the season of Good Will. However, this year, I've been getting serious grief from people at two of my four jobs. (I am no longer a Jamaican with five) And this is coming with no discernible reason, continuing right up to Christmas.

My boss describes this as a "woman thing," an attitude I feel is Neanderthal at best, as well as majorly non-productive. Envy? Jealousy? Is that what he means? Whatever, it only serves to get me depressed.

And, it should serve as a lesson. Playing politics is un-Christmas.