So, FYI- the company Christmas party for a rehab... not as much fun as you'd think. There's a lot of crying and people saying things like "this place saved my life" and "you... guys... are... like... my ... family" while people burst into hysterical sobbing. "It's so nice to work for a cause instead of a company!"
GAG ME! Ok, so I like my job, but my office is one of the sattelite offices and we are the total black sheep of the organization. None of us are alumni who got saved and sobered by this rehab. Only 2 of us drove down to the party (free lunch and not really having to work but getting paid for a day- heck yes!) and neither of us are in recovery. We're not crazy drunkards or anything. I hardly ever drink... but the point is, I don't see the need to clap for every single person in the room who decides to overshare personal information with a lot of strangers.

Halfway through the tearful speeches, my coworker's cell phone starts playing 'Inna Godda Davida.' I had to leave the room under the pretense of a restroom trip so that no one would see me laughing. It was pretty awesome.
Also, I somehow got seated next to the CEO of the place who *shock* knows my name... and has NO concept of personal space. He ate his own salad and then (I hope) didn't realize that his was gone and started eating mine. Fun!

In any event- the best part is, I got a Christmas bonus. It isn't a lot, but I'll take it!