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Just curious if your company or employer still has a "Christmas party" or "Holiday party"
I throw one every year.
I'm the only employee, so it gets kind of lonesome. sigh................
New Years Eve.Well there's always New Years Eve Shep!
Just curious if your company or employer still has a "Christmas party" or "Holiday party"
Retired now but the airline has Christmas parties but only the management and office weenies went. Rest of us were out slaving, flying the line. You know, working.
I throw one every year.
I'm the only employee, so it gets kind of lonesome. sigh................
New Years Eve.
The loneliest night of the year.
My wife won't even come to my office Christmas party.
She's afraid I'll have too much Christmas punch and try to get frisky in the copier room. sigh........
The flight school I worked at has a holiday party at a nice steakhouse every year.
The airline I worked for many years ago usually had a holiday party. One year, a pilot bent a stew over a railing and gave her some stick time. I missed that event but I heard it was a short show.
Probably. One of the VPs is somehow involved in a catering biz, family or something, so they bring in mass quantities of food to the office for most holidays. Never seen this place do an off-site though.
Have mercy on them, you have a better view from your office window every day of the year.
ROFLMAO.
Whoa. Spiffy. Never seen that.
I didn't quote and reply to the "we rent a hotel" thing because I'm still having PTSD-like symptoms from the last place I worked at, which did that. But here goes...
Let's just say it got a little out of hand with an open bar and one of the top execs dancing on a table, multiple people getting into shot "contests", and all the guys from Ireland bodily picking up a friend of mine that I was going to give a ride home to (I had stuff to do the next day so I played designated driver that night), holding him horizontal, and ramming him into the roof of my Jeep head-first trying to throw him into the back seat when he didn't want to get in and go home.
Then we spent two hours keeping a paranoid drunk from getting into fistfights with people trying to convince him that everything would be fine if he'd just get in the Jeep, and eventually he ran off and hopped a city bus and wasn't heard from until the early hours of the next morning.
Ahhh the Dot Com days of lavish parties on investor's money... LOL!
Oh, I forgot about the guy who was in the shot contest "against" the friend who was getting his head rammed into my Jeep.
That guy... made it halfway to his family truckster with his wife who wasn't too impressed with his behavior and was going to drive him home, when he fell down and couldn't get up. I didn't get to witness that particular "fun" in person but the story goes that she did quite a number on him with her high heels, and pretty much kicked the crap out of him until he got up and got in the car. Ahhhh, tough love. So touching.
I don't think I've had anything to drink at a company party since that night. Alcohol created just a touch more drama than necessary... and the three previous years to that were close, but nothing like that night.
Don't fret, you have 'upper management' written all over you.Retired now but the airline has Christmas parties but only the management and office weenies went. Rest of us were out slaving, flying the line. You know, working.
Don't fret, you have 'upper management' written all over you.
Our Christmas parties are actually fairly boring (they are family events.) At least stateside. Now, the Christmas parties hosted in SE Asia... I won't even talk about those here!
Now, the Christmas parties hosted in SE Asia... I won't even talk about those here!
Wow. What a harsh thing to say to someone. Why do you hate the guy so much?Don't fret, you have 'upper management' written all over you.
Cheese and Crackers! It's a JOKE!Wow. What a harsh thing to say to someone. Why do you hate the guy so much?
Si. Note the smiley.Cheese and Crackers! It's a JOKE!
Si. Note the smiley.
I just switched jobs, so the upcoming Christmas party/dinner (in the banquet room of a fancy restaurant) is going to be interesting. I don't know what to expect.
Bring your wife and let her "work" the room for you. This is how I do it. I go find the people I can hold a conversation with and start drinking while my wife shows the babies off and strut her stuff. My wife has a very bubbly personality and is the polar opposite of me in that respect.Small company throws a Christmas party every year, but I've never gone. I don't drink, and not a good mingler, and not a suck up, no opportunity for advancement, and no repercussions for not going, so I do myself and co-workers a favor and opt out. Last year and this year again a local hotel is the venue; prior to that it was nice restaurant venues. Reports from co-workers are that they are nice enough affairs, but owner/boss talks business with everybody instead of making an effort to specifically not talk business. Also, wife and I have a pact; I don't don't ask her to go to mine and she doesn't ask me to go to hers.
Bring your wife and let her "work" the room for you. This is how I do it. I go find the people I can hold a conversation with and start drinking while my wife shows the babies off and strut her stuff. My wife has a very bubbly personality and is the polar opposite of me in that respect.
You must be under the impression that I don'tNo no no! YOU should be out there strutting your stuff! Wear your aviation garb, googles, silk scarf, headset on your hip, backpack, etc etc.
Bring your wife and let her "work" the room for you. This is how I do it. I go find the people I can hold a conversation with and start drinking while my wife shows the babies off and strut her stuff. My wife has a very bubbly personality and is the polar opposite of me in that respect.
No no no! YOU should be out there strutting your stuff! Wear your aviation garb, googles, silk scarf, headset on your hip, backpack, etc etc.
Backpack is to carry your cocain and strong pornographyNah, she's just as socially awkward as me, if not more so. In retrospect, I'm not sure how we ever got together.
Backpack?
Don't fret, you have 'upper management' written all over you.
Come on, he's not quite that clueless.