I'm really not interested in office Christmas parties. I've been avoiding all office parties for a few years now, and I don't think I've ever heard about them afterwards and thought "I really missed out there," only ever "That sounds like everyone pretended they were drinking with their not-very-good friends." But maybe I'm grumpy :)
The office Christmas Party Elaine set her glass of cheap Bulgarian white wine down on the floor by her feet and looked over at the ill-wrapped presents underneath the Christmas tree. "How did we do the Secret Santa this year?" she asked Hilary, her HR colleague who was eating mini hot-dog sausages off cocktail sticks with the air of someone who has a gun at their back. "We recruited a bunch of people from the parking lot behind Wal-Mart," said Hilary, "and gave them the money to go buy presents for people." "We did Secret Murder-Hobo?" asked Elaine, backing away from the tree and kicking her wine glass over as she did so.
Greg - yeah, they do tend to be that way. The prompt was inspired by Kat and myself attending the Town of Osoyoos Christmas party Friday night. We just stayed for dinner and then came home to be with the boys so that Kat's dad could go to sleep. So we weren't there for long... and it probably would have been more fun if we had stayed longer (and had more to drink). It was all right though :)
Hah, thank you for the return of the murder hobos - I had quite forgotten about them! Also: that... doesn't seem like the best way to do Secret Santa...
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I'm really not interested in office Christmas parties. I've been avoiding all office parties for a few years now, and I don't think I've ever heard about them afterwards and thought "I really missed out there," only ever "That sounds like everyone pretended they were drinking with their not-very-good friends." But maybe I'm grumpy :)
The office Christmas Party
Elaine set her glass of cheap Bulgarian white wine down on the floor by her feet and looked over at the ill-wrapped presents underneath the Christmas tree.
"How did we do the Secret Santa this year?" she asked Hilary, her HR colleague who was eating mini hot-dog sausages off cocktail sticks with the air of someone who has a gun at their back.
"We recruited a bunch of people from the parking lot behind Wal-Mart," said Hilary, "and gave them the money to go buy presents for people."
"We did Secret Murder-Hobo?" asked Elaine, backing away from the tree and kicking her wine glass over as she did so.
Greg - yeah, they do tend to be that way. The prompt was inspired by Kat and myself attending the Town of Osoyoos Christmas party Friday night. We just stayed for dinner and then came home to be with the boys so that Kat's dad could go to sleep. So we weren't there for long... and it probably would have been more fun if we had stayed longer (and had more to drink). It was all right though :)
Hah, thank you for the return of the murder hobos - I had quite forgotten about them! Also: that... doesn't seem like the best way to do Secret Santa...
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