Mitras Party....whew

I just finished with the annual Christmas Mithras party that I throw for my volunteers and I am officially spent. On a normal "volunteer Monday" they run my ass off getting them hotter water, turning the heater on, different tea, more creamer, etc. (you see the oldest volunteer is 92 and the youngest is 70 something), add the party to it and I want to pull my hair out.

If I didn't have enough to do, the guy that was to pick up the food is "sick" AND has the company credit card. SO since he is "sick" I had to run to the store and use my boss' card to buy the $400 worth of party trays (which BTW don't fit in a single cart but 3...how the fuck do they expect me to navigate through the store with THREE carts!) At the checkout, as luck would have it, the ONLY time in my life that the grocery store has asked for identification is TODAY!

I hand my ID, "Ummm the card's not mine. It's my boss' and I am just here to pick up the trays."

"Well, this won't do. I need a manager over-ride," says the none to helpful and nasty checkout bitch. *** Side note: Who the hell says, "This won't do." ***

And I hear the collective groan from the 12 people behind me. I'm certain they all are thinking something along the lines of, "He has 3 carts AND he stole someones ID."

So Mr. Manager shows up and I explain loudly (cause I am not a criminal you nosey checkout line bitches!) "I'm picking up trays and the card is my boss'. Trust me," I say, "if I were to steal someones identity I WOULD NOT be buying $400 worth of fucking party trays." I actually didn't say fucking but I thought it.

After he looked me up and down, he allowed it and I was off and back and off and back and off and back...because you have to make 3 trips with THREE carts full of roll sandwiches and vegetables!

Anyway, the party was a hit. I almost teared up as watched my 92 year old volunteer eat and socialize. I have watched her slow down over the years and especially this last year she has really started to fade away. This could be her last Christmas and that really saddens me. She gave me a nice pen set and a big hug as she hobbled (with her walker) out the door.

Now that I have gotten all that out of my system, the party was a who's who of fantastic Christmas sweaters. This one made an appearance.

This one I found online and the caption made me honestly laugh out loud.

"WTF? She looks like a Christmas suicide bomber. How does she stand up straight with all that shit on there?" Ha ha "Christmas suicide bomber" funny.

And thank the sweet Lord that this did not make an appearance. Rudolph would have had a much, much longer nose.