I don't like parties. I don't like interacting with people in a forced setting. I'm an introvert and would enjoy a night alone gaming 10 times as much.
I don't care for Halloween. I don't enjoy dressing up, candy, or "scary" themed things. It isn't fun, and I don't understand the big deal.
My wife has organized a halloween party, as a going-away party, at a friends house. She's stressed out about all the details, and I hate every aspect of it. I'm running all these errands, for a perfectly orchestrated hors d'oeuvres menu. Spending hundreds of dollars on decorations and food, for one stupid night of awkward small talk and repetitive conversation.
We're moving 300 miles north for my new job, but don't have an apartment yet. We still have a dozen boxes to pack, clothes to pack, and I need to get a moving truck and find a place to stay.
Right now I work from home, but with all the anxiety from the move and party, I can't focus and end up playing stupid flash games. Stuck in recursive loop of frustration and anxiety management. I'm compulsively lying to my wife about the hours I'm working, and fudging my time sheet to make ends meet. I keep making excuses at work and doing the bare minimum's skating by by the skin of my teeth,
The party hasn't even started yet, and I'm just sitting stewing trying to endure the next five hours of party mode. This is a big deal for my wife and she is stressed as it is. I want to be supportive, and that's where all of this frustration and anxiety manifest.
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The shop assistant said that these were a bargain ant the usual price was 11 p for six, the White Sale price was 9.
Mrs Morrison also bought a pair of cotton sheets and a blanket of pure Scotch wool, but no pillows.
Colette asked Mrs Morrison if they should carry the things she had bought
Mrs Morrison answered to Jean no, that wouldn't be necessary. If they sent them the next day, she would get them that week".
Then she suggested to go to the ready-made clothes department and looked at that skirt, she had told her about. If she liked it and if it suited her. she could have it.
Jean liked the skirt.
She asked how much it cost
The shop assistant answered that It cost 8 pounds, which hadn' t been very expensive, but they hadn' t had her size.
"they would be able to get it for her in about ten days' time.
Then Mrs Morrison chose a silk tie for her husband - next Friday would be his birthday - and she bought a pair of gloves for herself. Then the three of them went to food department and bought some food for five o'clock tea.