Cheers!

Today is the day - Supa Sister’s dreaded Company Holiday Party! Always an interesting festivity, considering Supa Sister works with an eclectic mix of Corporate Rednecks, Sniveling Engineers, brazen Guppies (Ghetto Urban Professionals), and a variety of drunks and folks with miscellaneous psychiatric disorders for which they refuse to be medicated. It'll be interesting, because there’s set to be a medley of sub-celebrations going on – one being a few rounds to Supa Sister who just landed her Supa Promotion. (Patron, anyone?) Then, another co-worker made a couple hundred jello shots to throw back on the low. (Drinking game anyone?) Then some other dude from some other division threw in fifty bucks toward the tab – just because. Let’s just hope Supa Sister can refrain from turning this into some kind of office roast, ‘cause I’ve really been dying to tell this white chick to stop talking to me because her constant whipering-and-whiny ass voice gets on my fucking nerves. (I hope I don't make her CRY) Stay tuned. It's about to go down.