What are we? Four?

Ugh. I have a Christmas dinner to attend tonight for work. I hate these social occasions anyway, but this one is NORMALLY fairly painless. It's a sit-down affair with drinks beforehand, so I get a couple glasses of wine in me and make sure I grab a seat with my main work friend (and FAAAAR away from the one guy we really can't stand)... and it ends up being no big whoop.

Now, THIS YEAR.

Someone just came in the office to make us *DRAW A NUMBER* to designate which table we'll be sitting at. Because, apparently, it's sooooo complicated for 18 people to divide ourselves among three tables on our own. I already know my friend drew a different number than I did, and I can pretty much guarantee that I'll end up at the same table as the *one* idiot that I want to avoid at all costs, because that's just the way my life goes. So, what should have been a mildly enjoyable evening is now looking like it'll be a night of listening to some pompous asshole drone on and on about how amazing he is while trying to control my urge to eye-roll.

*sigh*