December 10, 2007

Avoid the holiday party!

Saturday night I did something Iíve never done before, I went to my companyís Holiday Party. When I say never, I mean never. Not for this or any company or organization that Iíve worked for have I gone to their Holiday party, and I can pretty much tell you Iím never going to go again. It was a mistake that I shall not make twice.

I should have known the night was going to go bad when we arrived. I had thought it started at 5:00 PM, but it didnít start until 6:00PM. Fortunately at the hotel they were having the party, there is a decent bar. Ktreva and I spent the first hour and half sitting in the bar priming our livers. It didnít take long before other people from work started showing up. Thatís when I noticed I made my first faux pas. They were all dressed nicely, I was wearing work boots, jeans, a black ďGuns donít kill people, Zombies Kill peopleĒ t-shirt, an old flannel and a Packer hat. Not that I cared, I wear a shirt and tie every day; they can see how I normally dress for once.

After 6:00PM we headed into the room were the part was, luckily it was right across the hall from the bar. We quickly found a group of people we know, including Bruce, and sat down. Being the festive kind of guy that I am, I brought along a little cheer. After sitting I pulled out a thermos filled with Glogg. I poured myself a cup and shared some with the rest of the table. Needless to say fifteen minutes later no one was feeling anything. I also was sharing it with people as they passed by. Itís funny to watch their reaction to drinking it. Actually I received my first two negative reviews of my glogg. That kind of hurts, because I now only have a 99% approval rating.

They served dinner buffet style. After dinner was supposed to be some presentations and awards. Well to be honest Iíd had enough of the atmosphere as I could have taken. There were people I didnít want to talk to coming up and talking to me. So I slipped out the door and headed back to the bar. Only to find my people from work there doing the same thing. Mainly because drinks were cheaper in the bar than in the party room. I sat down with a couple of people that I knew and got along with and started drinking there.

Ktreva had disappeared long before I left. She was quite the social butterfly, probably because she was heavily socially lubricated. In fact I think in the 45 minutes I sat at the table she was there for only 15 minutes. Which was fine by me, as long as she was having fun than I didnít care. Well that and she didnít try to make me socialize with people I have no intention of dealing with outside of work. I figured sheíd find me if she needed me.

After a while I decided it was time to leave. Not only was I starting to spout of angry comments at other management and my manager, but also I was starting to get the urge to throw things at them. Now you could say this was because I was socially lubricatedÖ and I was, slightly, but it was mainly because I was in a very uncomfortable situation. Alcohol doesnít make you do things you donít want to do. It lowers your inhibitions to do things that you know are wrong. Thus there are people Iíve wanted to hit in the head at work for a while; I just had a nice heavy beer glass to do it with this time.

Besides me hitting the uncomfortable/angry zone, Ktreva was getting overly flirty with other guys. I needed to save us before one of us did something really stupid.

We ended up leaving and heading down to Fritzís. Why waste a perfectly good babysitter? Plus Fritzís is a happy place where I can be comfortable and happy. We ended up leaving just before close. Fritzís is better than any therapy session.

Today at work I caught an earful about Ktreva and my antics. First off, there were a lot of people that didnít know I was even there. Since we sat by the door and left right after dinner was done, most of the people didnít see me. Secondly, there was talk about the glogg. I think next year they are going to have a ďdonít bring your own alcoholĒ ruleĒ Lastly was some of the overheard comments I made to other management, including insinuating one of them was an idiot.

So in recap, going to the company holiday part is a bad idea.

I wont even tell you the reaction I had when other management suggested I help plan it next year.

Posted by Contagion in Tales from the Work Place at December 10, 2007 06:54 PM | TrackBack

Now I know why the company Wil works for gives out holiday bonus checks. Although it sounds like you actually livened up this otherwise boring party!

Posted by: red at December 11, 2007 10:14 AM

Never, ever go to a company party and drink. Never! Ever!

Career ruiners are what company parties are, they are just a trail to see who to fire next.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at December 11, 2007 11:04 AM

Exactly why I refuse to go to them as well. Next time you're invited, give me a call and we'll skip them both. If you weren't so darn far away, I'd meet you at Fritz's.

Posted by: Ogre at December 11, 2007 12:03 PM

Hoo boy... Sounds like a time. I hate the muckity muck Christmas parties (Scroll down for *my* example...)
Gah... But I *would* like to try some Glogg one of these days (soon?). Let's see what we can come up with!

Posted by: Richmond at December 11, 2007 06:44 PM

Dear Contagion,

My Company party is this Friday. We have much eye-candy to view, and after the party the invitation is open for all management to go to a local location of cold frosty adult beverages.

Being as how I like eye-candy and cold frosty adult beverages, and am viewed as the "Bad Cop" of the company (I do all the firing. Even if they aren't in my department) would you recommend I attend or not?

Mass Problems with Authority

Posted by: BloodSpite at December 12, 2007 01:24 PM

Bloodspite: Fire everyone before the party, then go alone and enjoy the stuff yourself. That's what I'd do.

Posted by: Ogre at December 12, 2007 01:38 PM

Wil wants to know why the company you work for doesn't supply free drinks?

Posted by: red at December 14, 2007 07:55 PM

Hahaha.. yea. I'm glad you left before you did something regrettable. And never, ever waste a babysitter. It hurts our feelings and makes us feel incompetent.

p.s. did you ever figure out what happened to your sound on your computer?

Posted by: Virtue at December 18, 2007 05:39 PM