Christmas and Party
It’s Christmas time alright
The malls are coated with lights and frilly decorations, wall mart is asking for extended shopping hours, the Delta Bez is going crazy and the roads of Saskatoon have been blanketed with ice and powdery snow. Is it Christmas party season? You betcha
In my 21 years I have never been in the employment of an establishment that hosted a Christmas party, or if I was, I never attended the event. In my ignorance I assumed that Christmas parties were always blown out of proportion- an urban legend if you will. I never guessed that there was any truth in the decadence that popular television and media portray Christmas parties as. Like I mean, there are 364 days of the year that you can get sloppily drunk without repercussions, why choose the one day that could affect your life and where you will be working for the next 3650 days?
And then I remembered that people are morons, and popular media and television was accurate in their portrayal of Christmas parties, where people would get sloppy drunk, badmouth their bosses, hit on other men’s wives, photocopy their asses, start fights, and overall jeopardize their employment- which is all accomplished in the name of “Christmas party”.
If you had say a degree in some field of study, and say you needed a job, January would probably be a good time to look for one, I’m not psychic, but if I were, I’d probably have asked out this girl at work rather than suffer through the exchange of coy glances and conversations for the last 3 months.
Anyway, the urban legend isn’t in what goes down at a Christmas party, the myth is in how people perceive a Christmas party.
“It’s’kay i’s a Chrishmas paaarty, i’s the one chime of year I can let loosh.”
What the really mean when they say that, it’s the one time of year that they can let loose without accumulating a bar tab. And they are justifying their actions by pretending to themselves that this won’t affect them Monday.
I’ve had functions where the Steelworkers of America have been indistinguishable from an office of accountants.
My favorite part of the night is where at the end of the night I kick everyone out of the bar, some I’m sure drive drunk, and I promptly hop into my vehicle and negotiate the slick roads that have been populated with drunks behind wheels.
It’s like natural selection has adapted to fit the times- Christmas season. The roads are slick like the Fonz, and it is difficult as is to drive around without dying, let alone if one were to add alcohol to the punch.
Anyway, I’m actually enjoying work finally, the trick is to treat everyone like I treat my friends with lots and lots of sarcasm regardless of whether or not they “get it”.
-And most don’t
Best of all I tend the Christmas party tomorrow, brwahahahaha.
The malls are coated with lights and frilly decorations, wall mart is asking for extended shopping hours, the Delta Bez is going crazy and the roads of Saskatoon have been blanketed with ice and powdery snow. Is it Christmas party season? You betcha
In my 21 years I have never been in the employment of an establishment that hosted a Christmas party, or if I was, I never attended the event. In my ignorance I assumed that Christmas parties were always blown out of proportion- an urban legend if you will. I never guessed that there was any truth in the decadence that popular television and media portray Christmas parties as. Like I mean, there are 364 days of the year that you can get sloppily drunk without repercussions, why choose the one day that could affect your life and where you will be working for the next 3650 days?
And then I remembered that people are morons, and popular media and television was accurate in their portrayal of Christmas parties, where people would get sloppy drunk, badmouth their bosses, hit on other men’s wives, photocopy their asses, start fights, and overall jeopardize their employment- which is all accomplished in the name of “Christmas party”.
If you had say a degree in some field of study, and say you needed a job, January would probably be a good time to look for one, I’m not psychic, but if I were, I’d probably have asked out this girl at work rather than suffer through the exchange of coy glances and conversations for the last 3 months.
Anyway, the urban legend isn’t in what goes down at a Christmas party, the myth is in how people perceive a Christmas party.
“It’s’kay i’s a Chrishmas paaarty, i’s the one chime of year I can let loosh.”
What the really mean when they say that, it’s the one time of year that they can let loose without accumulating a bar tab. And they are justifying their actions by pretending to themselves that this won’t affect them Monday.
I’ve had functions where the Steelworkers of America have been indistinguishable from an office of accountants.
My favorite part of the night is where at the end of the night I kick everyone out of the bar, some I’m sure drive drunk, and I promptly hop into my vehicle and negotiate the slick roads that have been populated with drunks behind wheels.
It’s like natural selection has adapted to fit the times- Christmas season. The roads are slick like the Fonz, and it is difficult as is to drive around without dying, let alone if one were to add alcohol to the punch.
Anyway, I’m actually enjoying work finally, the trick is to treat everyone like I treat my friends with lots and lots of sarcasm regardless of whether or not they “get it”.
-And most don’t
Best of all I tend the Christmas party tomorrow, brwahahahaha.
posted by Doc at
12:02 PM
1 Comments:
yea, way to suck duncan...
Christmas parties are the time to creep on hot chicks at work whom you'd never hang out with otherwise.
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Clifford, at 4:27 PM
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