It's a bit early for getting dragged into Christmas politics and I'm disinclined to get involved now.
The Assistant Librarians generally have their own Christmas do, but they've not been much in evidence lately and haven't gotten on well in the process. So they've not organised one.
Lola's back from maternity leave and mentions this to Bronwyn. Bronwyn, being of practical mind, suggests that she joins Frog and the Acq. Team in their do. The problem is that nobody knows when it is. Lola comes and asks me:
"When's this Christmas lunch?"
"I can't remember off the top of my head."
"Why wasn't I invited in the first place?"
"You weren't around to ask."
"I'll bet it's not going to be on a day when I'm at work."
"You're not coming over to me late on a Friday afternoon to pick a fight about a Christmas dinner. Now fuck off and go and have a fight with somebody else."
Ho bloody ho.