The social season has descended upon us, and this isn't to complain because there are worse things to do than hanging out with friends and acquaintances, eating and drinking and talking. Last night was a retirement party for some 55 year old youngster. The retiree was well below the average age of those in attendance, and the assault upon those of us who like our jobs was relentless. Tonight is a fancy dinner party, an annual event where we eat one person's cooking and play with her spouse's train set which only gets set up around their Christmas tree. Tomorrow and Monday the Phactors will host open houses for two only slightly over-lapping groups. So this Saturday AM found the Phactor making cookies, 2 kinds, and minding French bread dough. Sometime in here a final exam has to be written, or maybe just give them all cookies and wish them a happy holiday. This explains the Martha Stewarting done last weekend. This is yet another reason for a blogging pseudonym; blog-reading free loaders just can't drop in. You'll just see all the cars parked around and wonder is that the Phactors, and why weren't we invited.
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3 weeks ago in Genomics, Medicine, and Pseudoscience
1 comment:
As you and I are "of an age," I suspect, I can sympathize. How dare these young whippersnappers retire? Two of my younger bosses retired 2 years ago, and two more colleagues will retire in the next couple months. Arrgggh!
It is a treat to have a job one enjoys, despite the downsides! And if you're up for all that socializing, more power to ye!
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