That’s where I’m off to in a few minutes…….Fighting the endgame of flu bug, I’m surrendering to the realisation that if I don’t turn up, I’ll be labelled a miserable old shit. The problem is the past two years have been nothing short of excruciating. The folks in my department get absolutely plastered and inevitable fallout ensues.
There will come a point in the evening, where I’ll be cornered by a group of three or four all clamouring to tell me their brilliant ideas for restructuring, who should be fired, why they deserve a 20% raise, that they hate my management style, or JUST LOVE IT, REALLY………..
Last year they didn’t bring out the food until 11ish….by that time the girls were tottering on their high heels and the boys were flirting with ideas that end up as sad scenes in the HR department Monday morning……
One particularly demure girl lunged forward just as I was leaning forward….depositing her tongue in my ear resulting in a clash of heads and me scuttling for the door ………
As the hushed whispers the following Monday related it, at a later point in the evening, she threw up on the stairs…then slipped in her own vomit and fell headlong down same stairs cracking her chin on the concrete floor, and ending the night in accident and emergency……….We’ve all been stupid when we’re drunk….but its best left to a time when you’re not in a room full of your co-workers.
Wish me luck
I’ll report back later if there is anything interesting to relate……
Terry
1 comment:
You are so right. The Office Christmas Party is a danger zone. I didn't go to the Christmas party last year at my old firm, but much like your vomitter, whispers went around the next day about a female employee who, decided to wish the partners in the firm Merry Christmas by biting them on the cheek. She then capped off the night by slapping her boss in the face. Needless to say it was her last Christmas party with that firm.
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