The Charity Event That Cannot Be Spoken Of

I can’t tell you exactly what Jennifer and I are doing tonight, all I can say is that we are at “The Charity Event That Cannot Be Spoken Of”. See if I tell you where exactly we are going, because my web presence is so much stronger than TCETCBSO, every time someone searches online for TCETCBSO then this blog would show up as the #1 search result. Seeing TCETCBSO is work related for both of us, that might be… awkward.

This annual event is in its 9th year and Jennifer despite complaining loudly that she dislikes the work for TCETCBSO, takes an ever increasing role in the production of it. This year she is essentially one of two primary organizers. Naturally she does not complain at work… she complains to me.

There’s a long tedious process of creating the TCETCBSO that starts six months before the event, then the event itself, then about a month of Monday morning quarterbacking. So about seven months a year the TCETCBSO is a topic of conversation and we’re in the 9th year of this thing.

As I’ve made clear I pretty much started off heavy on the Beta end of the scale and I am too nice for the most part. So for about the first six run throughs of this event I listened to Jennifer and engaged in polite conversations about TCETCBSO while my rage slowly begun to boil.

At some point in year 7 I just said fucking enough bi-atch set up some limits;

I will attend the event.

I will help set up the event.

I will help out during the event.

Jennifer has to wear something that makes her look particularly sexy to the event.

I’m not selling tickets to the event.

I’m not finding items for the silent auction.

I’m not listening to you anymore about TCETCBSO.

La la la la la la la la la la I’m not listening la la la la.

Overall my new plan has worked extremely well the last three years. I’m having far more of a sense of humor about the whole thing. Plus work people knowing that we have an ongoing “marital spat” over TCETCBSO seems to act as an all purpose defense against further involvement with TCETCBSO. Which comes in very handy considering my direct supervisor is the other primary organizer.

Of course people keep trying to sell me tickets to it. I think it’s just to hear me me tell them off that I buy the ticket off someone that’s having sex with me thanks for nothing. Actually that must be a thing that’s going around because someone threatened Jennifer yesterday that they were going to sell me a ticket. To their shock Jennifer informed them that I was buying one from her because she’s the one fucking me. She just looks like Goldilocks… she’ll cut you bitch, she’ll cut you.