Multiple parties and gatherings, a chance to catch up with mates not seen often enough an opportunity to have a break from work and relax.
If only it wasnâ€™t all spoilt by Christmas and the New Yearâ€¦
Iâ€™ve not got anything against saying happy birthday to the little baby Jesus or a chance to celebrate a new start the 1st of January represents. Itâ€™s all the crap that goes with it that gets in the way and spoils the fun.
Oh joy! Itâ€™s that time of year where I have to wade through teeming masses of other people similarly annoyed with everyone else doing the same as we hunt for gifts to satisfy our families and friends. I like the idea of giving gifts to people I care about, I like the thought of selecting something carefully that symbolises how much they mean to me. Iâ€™m even happy that we all do it at once in one big celebration. But FFS what a pain it is to go through! A checklist of torment that needs to be worked through as I cross off names of people that deserve presents. A torment caused by possibly a lack of ideaâ€™s for a particular person, the act of purchasing said gift from a teaming shopping centre or both.
I know there are alternatives, but buying everything online or telling people that you donâ€™t need to give them presents to show how much you love them doesnâ€™t always solve the problem. Iâ€™m not sure there is a solution. I just find it ironic that we fill this â€œtime of joyâ€ with so much hassle.
So here I sit, blogging away, prattling on. What should I really be doing?
Itâ€™s the end of the year and that can mean only one thing. New Yearâ€™s resolutions? Noâ€¦ Itâ€™s time to fill in my PDP. Performance and Development Plan to give it its posh name. Appraisal form to anyone else not working at the same place I do.
God I hate them. As I dredge through my memory, recounting all the great things I have done over the year, extolling my virtues and proving just how brilliant I am, in a language only ever used in this kind of forms. I â€œfocusâ€ on areas and â€œenableâ€ others to do things, as â€œappropriateâ€. I find myself â€œpartakingâ€ in â€œnovelâ€ â€œproceduresâ€ and all in the third person, just to make it sound nice. All to help justify how big a pay rise or bonus I deserve in a meeting that will happen between managers I doubt even read the things anyway.
Of course â€œI made compounds to discover new drugs and did it wellâ€ wonâ€™t cut the mustard, even though it would mean Iâ€™d not have to waste time writing out paragraphs of waffle and could get on with making more. In this age of â€œjustifying your existenceâ€ you need to show willing I suppose.
Guess I better get back to writing â€œIâ€™m great meâ€ in numerous slightly different ways.
At least then I can get on with shopping! :)
â€œA Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!â€
â€œGod bless us every one!â€