Not to sound ungrateful or anything, but:

Our holiday work lunch is today.  It’s at one of those silly downtown clubs that’s like an urban country club but without the golf and tennis.  You know, the kind with a “reading room” and a squash court and like forty-seven bars?  The kind that only let women in starting like 15 years ago and which still requires jackets and forbids denim?  They’re odd places.

So today, which is CASUAL FRIDAY, on which I could USUALLY BE ALLOWED TO WEAR JEANS, I have to dress in a suit so that I can go to a silly downtown club to be served a dry club sandwich and a warm diet coke.  Ho ho ho indeed.

Grumble.