Is the moral here, my fellow Jezebels, to NOT drink at company parties?
Actually, I just plain do not go to company holiday parties! I can have better ones on my own. And if I do have to go to, say, a retirement party, I stick to seltzer.
Of course, I am the type who can get wasted off a drink and a half. I am shame to my Irish ancestry.
I don't even know if my company is having a Christmas party this year, but with all the traveling/conferences I go to with my boss, we've seen each other in rare form. The best was when we decided (at 2 am) that we wanted to go swimming, but the hotel pool was closed. Fountains, however, are always open.
Xmas #1 - Working in a record store on Xmas eve, also my last day. Things were bad - my dad had died recently, I'd dropped out of college, my ex-boyfriend was working that night as extra help, and my vintage dress's side zipper had split open, unfixable. My solution? Drank as much and as fast as possible. I staggered around, dropped cassettes, paid for a tape for a kid when he said he didn't have enough money. The last thing I remembered was telling my boss I was going to the bathroom. Next thing I know, I hear knocking and see my ex looking down at me through the window. Seems I'd gone to the can, then got my coat and keys, went out to the parking lot, and laid down in my car's back seat to take a nap. Luckily, the ex knew what my car looked like and was able to find me. Luckily, I was only gone an hour and the rest of the night was slow.
Xmas #2 - I was working as receptionist for a big name fashion designer. They'd planned a great party. There was a Secret Santa bag ($20 gifts), free food, free booze, carolers, and a hired Santa that people could have pictures taken with (who was smoking hot out of Santa drag). Sounded awesome. Then about ten minutes into the party my office manager comes over to tell me that for the duration of the party I have to stay at my desk and answer the phones instead of enjoying the party. And yes, they had an answering machine, but I had to sit and appear to work, who knows why. Worse, the carolers were right next to me, so when people called, I couldn't hear them and they'd be yelling, 'I can't hear you! Turn the music down!' I somehow nabbed a bottle of wine and drank the whole thing on an empty stomach (only got to eat a few cookies). Then the CEO came over to reprimand me for being away from the desk when I'd missed one call (I had to pee!) and when she left, I double flipped her off behind her back. A minute later my manager came over to tell me that the CEO's 8 year-old daughter saw me "well, giving her the finger" and was totally traumatized. So then I couldn't join the party as my punishment for bad finger-giving. At the end of the night, the food was gone, the only Secret Santa gift left in the bag was a scroll with a Christian blessing on it, and as I was leaving the designer himself gave me a shirt-sized box and wished me Happy Xmas. Hoping it was something that he'd designed, it turned out to be a huge box full of fancy rose-scented bar soap. Big surprise, I only lasted there a couple more weeks.
The Evilest woman I work with -- is a total bitch, and yet believes she is a perfect wife and mother and worker -- brought her husband to the company party last year.
That's when we all found out her husband's boozy secret. He got super-sloshed and THREW UP ON HIMSELF at the party.
I like other people's holiday office parties; going as a friend's date. All the food and champagne and none of the paranoia or worry. One of my friends makes me his wingwoman every other year or so.
I'm not going to my *own* office party this year, though--it's being held in a ritzy setting, but they're charging $20 for people to bring a date. I'm not paying $20 for my poor boyfriend to watch his manners and be bored stiff. It's against my principles.
@Treeless: My first real holiday party was as the last minute date of my immaculately handsome gay guy friend. I threw on a vintage black satin cocktail dress and felt like Cinderella, even tho the only shoes I had with the right heel were bright red. We get to the party and I'm underdressed with all the glittery finery on the girls at my table- until the drinks kick in. Then they all start showing each other the tags still on their clothes, taped inside sleeves, and masking tape on the soles of the shoes. They planned on taking everything back to the store the next day.
First Work Party: Normally straight-laced bosses and coworkers kept feeding me drinks. Went drunken ice-skating in Bryant Park with fellow drunken coworkers. Was kissed by work crush. Heavily pregnant boss taught me how to salsa. Was slightly traumatized when many older coworkers began booty dancing.
Second Work Party: Drunken karaoke, followed by a massive asthma attack that landed me in the ER. Needless to say, no one believed me until I pulled out my doctor's note.
The owners of my present company are Jewish, so no Christmas parties. They are, however, apparently taking just my group out to lunch at some swank restaurant, which makes me suspicious.
@hellodarling!: (Suspicious because they NEVER do anything for our group, ever, and bitch about the slightest bit of money spent. I work in finance, which heightens the suspicion.)
Our party is Friday night. I drink, but not a lot. I watch our plant manager get drunk. I also see how many beers he orders.
We have a bigger party a different time of year when we have a shut down. That has hourly and salaried workers at. Talk about some interesting drunk people. Our accountant got really drunk one year. She was dancing and had to driven home. I didn't get drunk. I was one of the people who helped decorate so I had to help clean up afterwards.
Last year I was working at an auction house... let's say it rhymes with Shmotheby's... and after months of slave labor I was ready to make up for my poor wages in booze. God, how to tell this in one paragraph...
The climax of the night occurred when I was cajoled onto the auctioneer's rostrum to sing showtunes. After a small introduction ("I've tried to keep this a secret for some time now... but in a former life I was very, very into musical theatre") I belted my way through "All That Jazz" from Chicago and went straight on into "Summer Nights" with absolutely zero transition. Our jewelry expert, partly out of pity, joined me on stage holding a mounted and stuffed stag's head and started singing backup. Our managing director laughed so hard she fell out of her chair, and by the end everyone was standing on their chairs with fists in the air, pretending to be John Travolta.
At the time I thought I had brought the effing house down. It wasn't until the following morning that I realized, well, I had not.
We had a staff/faculty party just like the Office ep.
Normally, the school staff and faculty had different parties (I don't know why). This ONE year they combined the parties at the last minute. The staff usually did a White Elephant party, the faculty planned a Secret Santa. But the Party Planning Committee (yes, we had one!) decided a White Elephant for everyone would be fairest.
Well, we teachers had bought gifts for specific people, for example, I bought a teacher who loved to teach art some really cool art supplies to the tune of $45. But the staff White Elephant limit was $5. Interestingly enough, all the staff ended up getting really expensive gifts (a radio, children's dvds, gift certificate to restaurants) and all the teachers got cheap crap.
Got drunk, showed pics of my ass I had on my cell phone to many, many clients. Then, picked a fight with a marine. Then, had another coworker smack my ass. Then, left with him.
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Actually, I just plain do not go to company holiday parties! I can have better ones on my own. And if I do have to go to, say, a retirement party, I stick to seltzer.
Of course, I am the type who can get wasted off a drink and a half. I am shame to my Irish ancestry.
12/09/08
12/08/08
Xmas #2 - I was working as receptionist for a big name fashion designer. They'd planned a great party. There was a Secret Santa bag ($20 gifts), free food, free booze, carolers, and a hired Santa that people could have pictures taken with (who was smoking hot out of Santa drag). Sounded awesome. Then about ten minutes into the party my office manager comes over to tell me that for the duration of the party I have to stay at my desk and answer the phones instead of enjoying the party. And yes, they had an answering machine, but I had to sit and appear to work, who knows why. Worse, the carolers were right next to me, so when people called, I couldn't hear them and they'd be yelling, 'I can't hear you! Turn the music down!' I somehow nabbed a bottle of wine and drank the whole thing on an empty stomach (only got to eat a few cookies). Then the CEO came over to reprimand me for being away from the desk when I'd missed one call (I had to pee!) and when she left, I double flipped her off behind her back. A minute later my manager came over to tell me that the CEO's 8 year-old daughter saw me "well, giving her the finger" and was totally traumatized. So then I couldn't join the party as my punishment for bad finger-giving. At the end of the night, the food was gone, the only Secret Santa gift left in the bag was a scroll with a Christian blessing on it, and as I was leaving the designer himself gave me a shirt-sized box and wished me Happy Xmas. Hoping it was something that he'd designed, it turned out to be a huge box full of fancy rose-scented bar soap. Big surprise, I only lasted there a couple more weeks.
12/08/08
That's when we all found out her husband's boozy secret. He got super-sloshed and THREW UP ON HIMSELF at the party.
12/08/08
I'm not going to my *own* office party this year, though--it's being held in a ritzy setting, but they're charging $20 for people to bring a date. I'm not paying $20 for my poor boyfriend to watch his manners and be bored stiff. It's against my principles.
12/08/08
Took the thrill out of their company for me!
How common is this, actually?
12/09/08
12/08/08
Second Work Party: Drunken karaoke, followed by a massive asthma attack that landed me in the ER. Needless to say, no one believed me until I pulled out my doctor's note.
The owners of my present company are Jewish, so no Christmas parties. They are, however, apparently taking just my group out to lunch at some swank restaurant, which makes me suspicious.
12/08/08
12/08/08
12/08/08
We have a bigger party a different time of year when we have a shut down. That has hourly and salaried workers at. Talk about some interesting drunk people. Our accountant got really drunk one year. She was dancing and had to driven home. I didn't get drunk. I was one of the people who helped decorate so I had to help clean up afterwards.
12/08/08
The climax of the night occurred when I was cajoled onto the auctioneer's rostrum to sing showtunes. After a small introduction ("I've tried to keep this a secret for some time now... but in a former life I was very, very into musical theatre") I belted my way through "All That Jazz" from Chicago and went straight on into "Summer Nights" with absolutely zero transition. Our jewelry expert, partly out of pity, joined me on stage holding a mounted and stuffed stag's head and started singing backup. Our managing director laughed so hard she fell out of her chair, and by the end everyone was standing on their chairs with fists in the air, pretending to be John Travolta.
At the time I thought I had brought the effing house down. It wasn't until the following morning that I realized, well, I had not.
12/09/08
12/08/08
Normally, the school staff and faculty had different parties (I don't know why). This ONE year they combined the parties at the last minute. The staff usually did a White Elephant party, the faculty planned a Secret Santa. But the Party Planning Committee (yes, we had one!) decided a White Elephant for everyone would be fairest.
Well, we teachers had bought gifts for specific people, for example, I bought a teacher who loved to teach art some really cool art supplies to the tune of $45. But the staff White Elephant limit was $5. Interestingly enough, all the staff ended up getting really expensive gifts (a radio, children's dvds, gift certificate to restaurants) and all the teachers got cheap crap.
12/08/08
12/08/08