Santa looks like he threw up in your office lobby…
‘Tis the season to be tacky.
Your coworkers bring flat irons to work so they can do their hair…
On the fourth night of Christmas my true love gave to me a flat iron instead of a Japanese perm.
And leave clumps of makeup on the counter after primping themselves…
Squint and you’ll see lots of bronzing powder.
You know you’re a mom faking it at the office holiday party when…
You eat leftover goldfish out of a snack trap on the way to the shindig…
Goldfish. It’s the perfect prelude to a glass of Pinot.
And leave 30 minutes later to put your son to bed…
You thought I’d really take a photo of that sacred moment?
Happy Holidays. And if you were the one to get sloppy drunk with your coworkers and have a hangover tomorrow I’m jealous.
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Ya well, we don’t do holiday parties anymore – eliminated them during the downturn and saved
so much money they never looked back.
I was fortuntate enough to avoid the potluck I’ve been subjected to the last few years (what a
whiner I am). Today we went to City Beach – it’s a “beach” inside a warehouse, with pool and
fusbol and extreme pingpong, at least they way these serious engineers played.
Yesterday it was at least a nice lunch.
Why, why, why do we have parties in the middle of the day and then go back to work?
I think Aon looks better than Prudential Plaza, with the strands
of gold lights hanging down and the giant wreath. Every year when
that wreath surfaces, I feel a little bit sick.
Man are you guys a bunch of scrooges or what! Ha! I, personally, enjoy the decorations…tacky, pretty…you name it! Okay, not as much the tacky ones, but it was at least an effort at holiday decorating. We have not one light up outside our home! As far as the office party, first off, I love that you took photos of everything you saw. I can just see you taking a picture of some lady’s flat iron and her looking at you in such a strange way. Second, office parties in the middle of the day have always been a bad idea. Don’t know who came up with that one. Third, who ever said snack traps are not for adults?
Oh how I miss the holiday lunch with the team when the boss keeps making you drink another glass of wine and you have to whole yourself up in your office the rest of the day pretending you’re making pitch calls or some in-depth research online because you’re totally ready for a nap and can’t possibly concentrate on that press release you’re supposed to be writing. And then you sober up just in time to go home. Ah, those were the days. That and walking into the hairspray cloud in the ladies room as the gals get ready for a variety of after-work fetes.
Ha Ha, there was a girl at work yesterday doing her hair and make-up right before she was going to go out in a blizzard, come on!
At this *lovely* little company, we’ll be getting a non-paid company shutdown as our holiday party. To appear nice, our VP had his admin order bagels for every Friday in December. Can I get a woop-woop???
And for the record, Goldfish are the perfect appetizer.
Our office does a lunch instead of a big night time party. I actually like ti better because there’s no alcohol (I am an old lady I know) and it happens during work hours so I don’t cut in to time with the boys.
I think Goldfish should be matched with some Chardonnay instead….