Advent stories
The Office Christmas party.
Every other day of the year the company employees were a vision of efficiency and professional responsibility. There was just the one lapse, the one day where those impeccable standards dipped!
The organisation of the event traditionally fell to the newest executive. Find a suitable venue that offered decent food and the chance to dance into the early hours. The senior figures within the organisation politely excused themselves at the earliest opportunity. Try having it on a Friday, so the staff had the weekend to recover (and get their stories straight).
The cross over of work colleagues in a diligent office setting to the social inebriation of a restaurant or nightclub venue led to some desperate and awkward moments. A litany of behaviours and accidents that were still seared in the memory until June and beyond.
Sharon should not drink, so her caterwauling along to Rick Astley with Steve’s (from marketing) tie tied around her head was to be expected. Others had decided that Tequila shots or chugging Jägermeister was a brilliant idea, until standing in the rain at their kid’s rugby match the following morning.
“Keep it on the premises next year!” An email from the CEO.
