I’m not supposed to be blogging.
I’m supposed to be on my way to the office Christmas do but to be perfectly honest I have a splitting headache and about as much desire to talk shop as I reserve for the watching of reality TV shows. And that’s not a lot, in case you were wondering.
The problem with office parties is that they’re never as good as you imagine they’ll be. People get caught up in the excitement of leaving early, amusing hosts (if you work for a large enough company) and the prospect of getting off your face. There-in lies the problem. From the mundane: oh I photocopied my arse again, through to the: oh god I did what!? to who!? The fall out from these things tends to carry over into the new year and beyond. Admittedly I’m usually the person who people ask what happened rather than the subject but I just can’t be arsed with it this year.
And so I’m going to dodge that bullet by doing some Christmas shopping. It’s a foolproof plan, I mean: what could go wrong…?
The problem with office parties is the lack of booz! Things could get really interesting if the bosses were all drunk and everyone started swearing and making out!
How about getting off your face and then going Christmas shopping. That would make an interesting Christmas morning!
The whole blog above is the reason I never go to a work xmas do!
I like strugglingwriter’s idea. Could be fun.
It really was fun this year… if only to watch everyone trying NOT to look down my dress…