TEA AND SYMPATHY

'Tis the season. No, not that season. Not yet. (Friday -- you can wait). Tis the season for holiday parties. KatJam is already bracing herself for drunken coworkers. Some establishments rent a hall and have a big dinner and party. Some go out to eat, and others have drunken revelries.



In the library we have a Holiday Tea. 2pm - 4pm.



A Tea. We have and have always had a freaking Holiday Tea. Ever since forever. A tea. WooooBoy! A Tea!! Grab your silly monkey hat and party like it's 1999. Get down with an Evil Duck (ha!) It's a TEA, baby.



If you cannot tell, me no likee. It's not that I carry some grudge against Earl Gray and his compatriots. True, tea is not my favorite. But Gah. A Holiday Tea. What else could we do that is so incredibly stodgy? Have the 100-meter walk-don't-run race through the card catalog? Quotations at twenty paces? Cite that source in three words or less?



It drives me nuts because the people in this building are some of the smartest, most diverse people I know. They are fascinating individuals and professionals. And here we are, stuck with a stereotypic librarians are dorks tea (again). Maybe nobody sees it but me, but we're being repressed. And our captors are an urn of tea, punch in a glass bowl, and a plate of bagel quarters with cream cheese. It's time to start a revolution. Dump the tea and stand up for drunken revelries. Kick off those brown nubbly soled orthopedic nightmares and dance a little!



Something. Anything. Say it with me now: "Woooooo!!!" Please?

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

**sigh**

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