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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Christmas party



We had our work Christmas party last Friday. Was a whole lot better then last years...


This year we were in a club, looking out over the beach. Good food, free bar.
Thought I’d leave off posting an entry until I see what sort of fallout resulted.
Not a lot it turns out. Looks like all the wayward kids decided to ‘get a bit’ of discretion.

The thing I’ve noticed about a lot of Christmas parties is a desperate rush by a load of people to ‘get with’ someone from work. As though the rules are changed for one night.
Ordinarily it takes a couple of days for someone to end up with a 'post party rep' but a new record has been set by one girl who had started as a receptionist just a week earlier. The party started at one in the afternoon and she had a reputation by eight o’clock that night.
I think history is caught in a feedback loop that’s slowly tightening.

There was a fancy dress theme.
Some of the boys did it, as did quite a few of the girls, and everyone else dressed nice.
As usual, there was a guy who dressed up like a woman, and he won a prize for best costume.
Why is it almost always the guy that dresses up like a woman that scores the prize for best effort? The decision was made by a group of girls. Are women not bored of seeing men dressed up as parodies of women?

There were mechanical surfboards pitching young guns off into the scenery, video games, and a fortune teller booth. I lined up a fellow sceptic to accompany me into 'flaky land.'
Fortune teller reckons I’m going to have a close relationship with in six months. I pressed him for more details and it will be a proper relationship, not just copping off in an ally behind the pub. I said that if I found true love within the next six months, I'd track him down and write him a cheque for a thousand dollars.
Let’s call the end of June the cut off.

So how was your Christmas party?

8 comments:

  1. I hate office parties.I used to volunteer the keep work going.

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  2. My Christmas Party was nothing like yours. My employers and most of the people they hire are very religious so there is never alcohol. *sigh* And, EVERYONE is married... seriously! EVERYONE!!!!! I took my grandmother... she considers it a Christmas gift and then I don;t have to sit alone looking stupid!

    Anyway... I can't wait to meet Mrs. Swim... but if you DO get into a serious relationship, I wonder if the whole boarding house thing will hold up... you know... if any of us ever make it to OZ:)

    I bet my fortune teller would tell me I would find a new love of sweet potatoes within six months. Aha ha ha;)

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  3. what christmas party? if i was working, it would probably consist of a crappy lunch and no alcohol, so who cares.

    i'm going to guess that mrs. swim would give a big thumbs down to the idea of a boarding house for blog friends. :( not that i'll be going to oz anytime soon.

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  4. Sounds like some party. I'm with all the others, when i did work our Christmas party was AT work for about an hour in the afternoon. Catered lunch that taste like crap and then you'd get your 'bonus' check, which was what you'd been putting up with all the Holly-Jolly company crap for in the first place! :) Bah hum bug!

    Mr and Mrs Swim Dizzy...i am intrigued! Of course they never tell you where to find the elusive Mrs do they??? She could be on the other side of the planet...good luck!

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  5. Although I work for the president, the corporate office is in Cincinnati OH, and I must say, I am thankful for that and not having to attend social events with the very people who aggrivate me on the other end of the phone line. I'm terrible, I know. So usually since there is only me and my boss in his Boston office, we go to a nice lunch. Perfect.

    Swim...you'll have to keep us updated on the 'finding true love' coming true....... maybe I should go see a fortune teller so I can stop waiting in agony if true love is coming my way or not ... ROFL!

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  6. Hummm, I thought you guys might have forgotten the B&B ;-)
    It's been my expairance that everyone in life has baggage.

    Mrs. Dizzy will have to accept that an irregular stream of strangers staying on our couch will be a part of our life.
    Besides, the B&B ground rules state that these strangers will be keeping the fridge and booze cabinet well stocked.

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