Just Great

*Sidenote before I even start- I just slammed a desk drawer on my index finger and it hurts. It's throbbing. And it hurts.

Anyway- New Mortgage Company is hosting 'cocktails' at a 'Get To Know The New Mortgage Company' party on Thursday night. I don't wanna go! But it's already started, the guilt trips: "You're a part of this company, you should go." All I do is answer phones, I don't do anything that has to do with the mortgage companies. "Come on, it'll be fun. All the Agents will be there." You mean the agents that will flock to me are the ones I don't like anyway...I'm going to have to make sure my buddies are going. "It's going to be Open Bar." I don't drink anymore...
So in the end I'm going, even if for a half an hour. Long enough to show my face to everyone so they can say "Yeah, I saw Diana there!" and my boss can't say I don't attend Company functions.
Daddy will be home with Little Man...
I will probably be seeing agents dancing on tables after they've enjoyed the Open Bar too much...
I will be trying to stay away from the New Mortgage Guy so he doesn't take my "Hello. Nice to meet you." as an open invitation to hit on me...
*sigh* I really don't want to go.