So Catbert and one of the other VPs around here are leaving. They're getting married, he's taking another job somewhere else, we don't know what she's doing. Or care.

But anyway, today $COMPANY had a little reception for them. I was going to skip it, on account of I can't stand her and I don't know him from a hole in the wall, but we got an email from our division VP yesterday basically making it mandatory. So this morning I made sure to wear a loose-fitting $COMPANY logo shirt, and before going downstairs I switched from my daily Birkenstocks to an old pair of non-Birk sandals that I keep in my cube for just such occasions.

Now I'm back, having had half a glass of Merlot and some snacks...and I escaped having to say a single word to Catbert. Yippee.