Photocopy your arse! Snog the postboy! It's the Office Xmas Party...

So, NO. Even if I *had* an office, I wouldn't be going to their party.

It's at the otherwise v poncey Titanic, which has this arsey 'tude door policy, so we're going to take some liberties.

wish me luck.

Emma H = Ms Office Xmas Party.

That bridget-jones-lite of a boots add sums it up quite well, while making you want to hurl something heavy at the screen.

HOWEVER, to make up for this I R been gatecrashing other companies' parties, currently two or three a week, all with uberfree bars and corporate jollies and THEY R0X0R (no pulling though, again, all IT and mostly blokes, but who cares when I am too trousered to stand up properly, let alone impress a lady!)

Tracer speaks with forked tongue.

No gossip to be had.

However, 'Hung Up' just came on, and such is its power that I almost changed my mind for the duration of it.

IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME

i am going to TWO this year. oh god. one is a trip to the night races (!) with dinner and "dancing" (but no free drinks, feh), the other's at a boathouse (and has a bar tab).

Im so glad I got "fired" last week and thus avoid all this palaver this year, hah. Mind you I wasn't going to go anyway.

I'm DJing again.

I'll probably wear my captain america santa hat in when I go to do my 12-hour shift on xmas morning. of course this beats last year when I did a night-time 12 on xmas eve.

i went to a million last year. this year only 1, and not a booze-y one - it's mid afternoon in the lobby of one of our theatres and i think potluck. ugh.

the one with alcohol is the one with the cuet girls. i am hoping for intrigue!

Why does I have TWO Xmas Parties?

COME ON

God, I'm not looking forward to this shit at all.

Can't you just tell the Drowned In Sound guy you've got stuff to do?

lol

That dude is, like, nine months older than me, and he has his own PA.

Last years was the second most bizarre night of my life involving celebrities ever.

Basically, by the end, Chris Tarrant and Paul McKenna were doing the hokey cokey / conga line at the end of the night, at this Greek restaurant.

I have just made excuses as to why I can't make this afternoon's work Christmas bowling trip, which will get ridiculously competitive in a way I can't be bothered with.

I'm a bit more annoyed about being on holiday and missing the all-day/all-evening Christmas lunch next week, where last year eight of us managed to run up an £800 bar tab. Happy times.

Last years was the second most bizarre night of my life involving celebrities ever.

Basically, by the end, Chris Tarrant and Paul McKenna were doing the hokey cokey / conga line at the end of the night, at this Greek restaurant.

RIP Suzy :(

Our post-Christmas lunch 'party' is in fact going to constitute going to the opening of a Revolution Vodka Bar. I win.

No-one's going to ours that I know, which isn't surprising since we all hate our company. We got bought out just over a year ago and have been relocated to Chiswick, and we all live in north/east London so we're in commuter hell until we get other jobs. Pretty much the entire development team is going to be gone within the next few months.

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Anyway mine is next Wednesday this year, my mission is to get home before 7am this time. Last year's was messy.

I have just made excuses as to why I can't make this afternoon's work Christmas bowling trip, which will get ridiculously competitive in a way I can't be bothered with.

competitive bowling! you should have told me matt i could have stood in for you

ours is tomorrow. my liver has only just recovered from ATP last weekend and if previous years are anything to go by, by the end of tomorrow, ken's stomach, ken's liver, ken's heart, ken's braincells, you boys will have just taken a hell of a beating.

We are turning the office into a pub and having darts and dominoes competitions and a quiz. I am teh quizmaster this year, meaning I have to stay slightly sober for slightly longer than usual.

My first office party in this job ended with me lying on a hotel bathroom floor with a big lump on my head and blood running from my toes.

We are turning the office into a pub and having darts and dominoes competitions and a quiz. I am teh quizmaster this year, meaning I have to stay slightly sober for slightly longer than usual.

This rules.

I didn't go to my office xmas party this year, nor the last one. Most of of my coworkers are 15+ years older than me, and somewhat more conservative, so I wouldn't want them to see what I'm like outside work, especially when drunk.

The last time I was in an office party was in my previous job, where most people were around my age. I ended up sleeping in my female coworker's bed, though I passed out before anything happened.

Being unemployed at this time of year is brilliant because there is no pressure to join in secret santa and organised fun participation. Bah humbug, I hate fun, etc. I might go out and get pished with my also-unemployed former boss in an anti-party kind of manner.

Thank god our office doesn't do anything for the holidays. I have to go to my fiance's tonight though.

xpost - oh are you out of work, Ailsa? :(

I don't even know what's happening here - I think there's a do next Thursday, but given that several people have just been made redundant I don't think anyone's really up for it. It's always pretty dire anyway and I probably won't go if I've anything better to do.

I've been more or less out of work since August, Dr C !

(will email you later on)

my office christmas party:

no one can bring their partner + each person gets 5 drink tickets =

adultery?

(this is a company with 1200 employees btw)

x-post Ailsa OK - will look out for that!

This just in : I am informed by no less an authority than Beryl that the cwistmas do is in the pub, followed by Mexican food. ("I don't know which pab, sweetie, but 'opefully it'll 'ave plenty of beer"). And she has ordered me to attend.

Xpost to Hand

And in the media so there will be hot girls and hipsters all around. (Although come to think of it I've been in your building and I don't think even the receptionist was female)

we're not having one because a colleague passed away suddenly in October. no-one felt up to organising it at the time, and it's too late now.

We had ours last week. We had Italian food, then retired to the Lamb on Lamb's Conduit Street, and thence the Pakenham. I missed my last train home by about 3 hours, so me and another colleague decided to crash on another colleague's hotel room, since we knew there were spare beds in said colelague's room.

Sadly, they weren't answering their phone. My colleague told the reception desk that we were all in the same company, and our colleague had our room keys and had not managed to meet up with us and so could we please have spare keys.

Obviously, this was not possible, and we pleaded that whilst we understood why he could not do this, could he understand our predicament and help us? He gave us a key for a spare room which we slept in and did not have to pay for hurrah which meant I was less hungover than I would otherwise have been.

i am going to hate this party so much

Quick, hire the divine Emma B and get smashed together.

she's not allowed to come to it! god knows why i'm going, i think it's just sort of expected that i do

i have one tonight, one next wednesday and one next thursday
and i am looking forward to ALL of them

One tonight, one tomorrow, plus the gf's tomorrow. Nothing tastes quite like free liquor.

Okay THAT one will go down in office folklore.

Went out for lunch in pleasant Farringdon gastropub. Still there five hours later, with most of us getting inordinately pissed on sambuca. Managed to get the entire office thrown out of the pub after letting go of a very loud stream of expletives. Headed onto another pub round the corner, where we headed into an upstairs room and found Mayor of London Boris Johnson stroking the hand of a young woman who was fairly obviously not his wife.

Considering they'd previously been alone in the room, Boris reacted pretty well to a drunken office party coming in, only actually leaving when a co-worker got in his face and gave him the full 'Boris you are a legernd!!!' treatment. Sadly before I could take a photo.

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Being the only one not drinking at the holiday party is fun. You get to judge those who are in denial about their alcoholism, and after a couple hours you can rob them with impunity. Sobriety rocks.

— Dennis Perrin (@DennisThePerrin) December 15, 2019

I seem to have only been to one proper holiday piss-up and it was at the Australian Embassy (and a few other places after they ran out of beer).

Previous revive later viewed as a missed pivotal moment in UK political history.

whoa

Tracer almost in a Von Stauffenberg moment for the ages!

can't believe it's been 10 years since it was last revived. one of those classic thread titles that I think of every year around this time, along with furtive nips.

My employer in the past has given big holiday galas (usually some time in November), but won't this year. (They have announced an anniversary party for April 2020.) My office is having a potluck and gift exchange this Friday, and I'm so excited I could...something.

there were a bunch of redundancies soon after Christmas last year, and a bunch of people who would normally be coming aren't (myself included), so this year's Christmas party will be pretty muted