Every year like clockwork, they are in.. Wearing their red dresses.. cocktail skirts so high co-workers are blushing.. The major league asshole management wearing red suspenders and a Santa Claus tie expecting that those flashy holiday outfits will erase the other 11 months of ritualistic abuse they put their workers through.
That's right.. it's holiday party time, all over again..
Could it be more tense!?
Perhaps the worst part of the event is sitting with the group of people that you most don't want to be around. You really don't want to go to work, and the people that are there through the year further agitate you. But at the Christmas party, you must eat drink dine and wine together.. or Whine together.
For the server, it's annoying at first but gets rather funny by the end.. Last night, during one such event, a hospital gave an "employee of the year" award.. There was half applause while the other half of the room suddenly became bitter. As I tried to squeeze my way through a crowd of people at the bar with my tray of empty glasses in hand, I overheard a murmer "asshole" and "how the "f" did he win?" Made me chuckle..
Then the dancing!
oh.. the dancing..
Don't dance! Please! Not for me, but for yourselves!
The fun comes but once a year.. Memories that may not last a lifetime, but at least a season.
Another fun comment:
"Did you see what she is wearing?"
The water cooler will be busy this week.
It's starting to make sense why people get drunk. It's so much easier than dealing with this mess in a stupor as opposed to a sober rage.
Christmas parties from hell.. Tis the season.
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