It was that time of year again, the holiday season. A time when everyone wants you to be happy and cheerful, a time when if you don't smile people think they should make you smile, a time were nothing is supposed to bother you, but everything does. Parties galore, bells ringing, joyful songs, all good for ones that like it, all bad for someone with the memories that I contain within my head.
Yeah, that's how I feel, that's how I've felt for some time. But, last holiday season things changed a bit for me. Things looked good again for once. Of course you are wondering why the holiday season was such a downer for me, but you will find out in the words below. If I told you now, it would ruin my little tale of how my funk was lifted.
So, with the holiday comes the company Christmas party, a grand ol' extravaganza where the company throws a ball in its large foyer and everyone acts like they give a fuck about each other. Yeah, lots of fun, because people don't pretend enough in everyday life right?
So, here I was again, my millionth Christmas party, and the same one by the look of it. A cheese spread with wine on the left wall, a large tree sparkling with too many lights in the center, a bunch of fake gifts covering the tile floor beneath it. A DJ set up in the corner blaring the annoying sounds of Christmas. A mistletoe hanging in every doorway. Everyone in suits and little dresses, filled with the crap we call holiday cheer. Yeah, same thing, different year.
So, here I was again. Luckily for me most people just leave me alone during this event, they know I might just tell them to fuck off if they try to get me to dance or anything stupid like that. But this time someone decided they would try anyway.
Jacky, yeah, a young woman who had been with the company just over 3 years. She was the type of woman who is always bubbly and full of smiles, the one who thinks every day is a great day. Always telling people to smile for you never know what tomorrow may bring, dancing around like a fool, you know the type. Extremely annoying.
So, here I am, ready to leave at the same moment I walk inside, and here she comes. She was dressed in a red corset dress that barely covered her breasts, the skirt was well above her knees with a thick band of white on the edges, and a thick black belt around her waist fastened into a big square gold buckle. She had one of those shawl things on, I guess that's what you would call it, the two red sleeves going down just below her elbows. Her feet were in tight black boots that went just below her knees and looked to be fastened by several golden buckles, but the inside zipper was clearly seeable, white thigh highs extending out of them topped with a little red bow. And her head was topped with a Santa hat, with her long dark hair flowing down her back. I wasn't sure if she was trying to show how Christmassy she was or how slutty she could look.
She stopped right in front of me, put her hands on her hips as she cocked them to the side and with a huge smile said, "Merry Christmas Dick!"
I wanted to fucking slap her! She had done this so much to me and knew that I was not a holiday guy, I held my tongue. I just scoffed, walked right around her, to the stairs, up them and down to my office. I would just escape this party there. I opened my door and as I stepped over the threshold I grabbed that stupid mistletoe hanging there and dropped it to the ground.
Fuck them! Fuck her! Fuck them all! Hanging that shit on my doorway, who do they think they are? Forcing that holiday shit on me!
I went and slumped into my chair behind the desk, god this holiday sucked! I Just needed to wait about an hour and I could leave, just get out of here without anyone noticing, just an hour.
And then, I couldn't believe it, the fucking audacity, Jacky stepped into my doorway, picked up the damned mistletoe and rehung it. She leaned against the doorjamb and smiled that fucking smile again, "Oh, come on Dick, smile!"
I again had to push the urge to tell her to fuck off down, "Jacky, leave me alone."
She let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes, "You know, just because your name is Dick doesn't mean you have to be one. Christmas is a wonderful time."
I spoke through my gritted teeth, "Jacky you have no idea of what Christmas is to me."
She huffed and gave me that stupid stare, "What could possibly happen that would make you hate this wonderful time of year?"
Seriously? She was going to stay longer? What the fuck? I tried to stay composed, this was my place of employment after all, "Jacky, really, you don't even want to know. If I give you a smile, will you leave?"
She cocked her head to the side, "Come on Dick, why is this so hard for you?"
Oh my god, leave me the fuck alone! "It is not something I talk about Jacky, just leave me be."
That didn't work either. Her eyebrows crinkled in question, then she stepped inside, closing the door behind her, walked around my desk before sliding up on it and crossing her legs at the ankles, "You can tell me Dick. It's good to talk about things. That's how you heal."
I leaned back in my chair holding my hands up to the heavens, "For Christ's sake Jacky! Why are you bugging me? You don't want to know. Just let me be!"
