That Time of Year

I’ve been reminiscing about firms Christmas parties in a few comments today and it got me thinking.
When I married my first husband, he was on the committee of his firm’s Sports and Social club. OMG. The first ‘do’ we attended we were both dressed up to the nines (long frock for me, suit for him) and everyone else turned up n casual wear. The next one we played safe, and I wore trousers and a smart top. To my dismay, everyone else was in posh gear, diamonds, furs, bling, the works. I didn’t go to a third, neither did I go to their Christmas party. I hope the ex’s second wife fared better than I did.

When I moved away, there wasn’t a party but on one occasion my supervisor took the office staff out for a meal. That was nice……………. and expensive, for five of us it was over £200, and if you wanted veg with your main course, that was extra. Ouch.

Working for the bank though, the Christmas Party was a real bash. All free, including drinks and a taxi home. I learned about food fights and that banking staff were animals when they’d had a few.  But it was always a good night. The seating plan was such that  members of each department mixed with management and directors,  so everyone was encouraged to mingle rather than form clicks. The food was good, the raffle excellent with 50 prizes, the main one being a £500 holiday voucher.
Once I approached a vehicle for a lift home and said fifty quid for a good time before getting in. I became the talk of the office because no-one had met Hubby then. Another time I grabbed a fireman’s helmet and wore it back to front. I couldn’t see a thing and it turned out that he wasn’t a real fireman anyway, but someone in fancy dress for a dare.
Another time a messenger approached me on the Monday morning asking if he had to apologise. Turned out he couldn’t remember very much after having a skin full, so I asked him if that was before or after he started doing a striptease on the table. I was only joking and said he hadn’t done anything untoward that I was aware of.

Our department had a Christmas dinner and one year we all walked out without paying. We were crammed in and could hardly move, and had ordered our meals in advance. I was having chicken in a cream sauce. I had a turd in wallpaper paste which stank to high heaven and I sent it back. I wasn’t the only one, and my main course was a bread roll. Our legal department understood fully, but said for our director to pay the bill anyway, less the drinks another table had had put on our tab. We never went back, and after that the director arranged our department dinner, and no-one had to pay as he took it out of the department’s budget.

My last job had a Christmas party, and that was pretty good, but it was only a meal, no disco or anything.

What about you? Any tales to tell of what the office staff got up to?


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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10 Responses to That Time of Year

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Sounds like you knew how to party, still do, just a tad more exclusive these days 💜💜

  2. Carol anne says:

    Those parties sound fab Di! Minus the awful food and another table putting drinks on your tab! But what fun! And you again with your fantastic sense of humour! Lol! Xx

    • Thanks. The parties were good fun, and I did win a prize in the raffle of a huge jar of Roses chocolates, so I went round everyone there and offered them one. I think I brought home the jar and four chocolates.

  3. TanGental says:

    Nope, not going there…

  4. murisopsis says:

    All my company parties were dull. I did attend one with Sparky that was a lovely outdoor summer lawn party. It was catered with wait staff circulating with trays of tasty finger foods. I had no idea what some of them were but we were very hungry as the main meal had been delayed by a couple hours. I snagged a little sandwich which appeared to be a slice of salmon on a little heart shaped bread with some sort of garnish. I popped it into my mouth and instantly regretted it with all my heart! Seems I was completely mistaken. It was pickled ginger and some sort of hot pepper. I ended up spitting it into a hedge. I couldn’t drink enough water!!

    • OMG! At the marina, they had a Canapes On The Lawn evening for residents which was very well attended (and free). We had waiting staff too, but were able to ask what each selection was. We ate very well, and nothing was too spicy. They catered for all tastes, including vegetarian. It was one of the better ‘dos’ there.

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