Working for someone else, that is.
I missed my blogging time last night because we were enjoying the holiday party held by Sam's employer. It was a Vegas theme, complete with gaming, fabulous prizes, delicious food, and an open bar. Sam decided to run with it and dress up as a 70's-era Vegas lounge singer, complete with burgundy polyester tux, ruffled shirt, a lovely gold medallion, and a rubber cigar that glows at the tip when you inhale. It was brilliant, and he was the hit of the party.

Sam and I at the party...don't we make a lovely couple?
There are some benefits you simply can't create for yourself when you are your own boss - summer picnics, holiday parties, that sort of thing. Oh sure, I can kick back here at the office with a Diet Pepsi or even go all out and find something in the fridge and eat in front of the TV for a few minutes. Not really same now is it?
But for me, giving up an evening of festivities once or twice a year is indeed a very small price to pay for being out on my own. All I really have to do is remember the billiards tournament from the summer of 1996 given by my then employer, when I (and about 10 other folks) contracted salmonella. Somehow it fit right in with my feelings about that job.