I just told my gossipy boss that I don't want to know any details about my coworkers unless it is related to my work as a team leader.

The office environment has become he-said she-said cross stories left wing, right wing. It's disgusting.
I didn't care about office politics then when I was an oppressed bottom feeder and I don't care about it now, when I'm somewhat not too oppressed anymore.

Okay, enough about the office.
Did I mention that my mom wants to have polonaise dance on my wedding?
Yeah, the corny dance from the last century. Where the couples line up and hold up their hands together, locking fingers with their partners and the couple at the end of the line have to go through under the tunnel of hands to the other side.
And as much as I love classic big band music, gosh, I hate Rod Stewart's Greatest America's Songbooks. He sold his soul (and dignity) for easy money, and of course... my dad has all of his corny songs. And I'm so afraid that he will insist that we have our father daughter dance with one of those horrific songs.

I know I'm bitching and there are hungry people out there without food nor a job who would love to trade place with me and I have to be thankful.
Well, I am.
Just not tonight.