Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I work at a fairly large software company, and happily I managed to survive the past year without getting laid off, in fact, I actually seem to be (possibly, maybe, keeping fingers crossed) in line for a promotion. Now, however, it’s time for the annual holiday party, a minefield of potential social disasters. What do you suggest?
Manolo says, congratulations to the Manolo’s friend who has prospered in this most difficult of economic conditions!
And now, all of this progress could all be lost in the single moment of unbridled holiday enjoyment/drunken revelry/wardrobe malfunction, when you decide that your black-clad, hipper-than-hip CEO who works from the desk in the democratically open office (when he is not private jetting off for Nepal or Cupertino), must be forced into joining the spirited rendition of “Grandma Got Run Over by The Reindeer.”
“Come on, Jeffy, baby! I know you know the words! You look just like Weird Al!! Wheeee!”
What is that? You say, you did not know that the nog in “Trekkie Brad’s Special Egg Nog” was 151-proof rum?
But, at least you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you looked great in your moment of disgrace, especially if you wear these sandals, the Gumball from Beverly Feldman. On sale at Zappos for only $148!