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Posted by: Echoes

Echoes

Today is our year-end party. It has a Turkish theme. It’s at a Turkish restaurant and we were told to ‘wear something smart with a touch of Turkish gold’.

If you read between the lines: Wear something pretty because you’ll probably say impossibly embarrassing things to the boss after the fourth tequila and try to snog the office hound by the seventh. But at least you looked pretty in ‘your touch of Turkish gold’.

Jokes.

The reality is that it will probably be a crazy night. I work in advertising…we go big or go home (although, by advertising standards, the agency is less drugs, sex and rock’n roll than most and we usually don’t go around snogging each other or getting high in the bathroom).  But yeah, am wondering about the dynamic tonight as partners have been invited along.

It’s a strange thing. You spend eight hours a day (at least) with your colleagues and grow incredibly comfortable with each other. You tell each other stories of relationships hissy fits, kids acting up and general domestic mayhem and suddenly you’re in a room with husbands, wives and partners. And everybody is on far better behaviour.

I just don’t get it. Makes for an exhausting evening right? I’d rather sit around and watch paint dry than sit through an excruciating evening of small talk and playing nice. I’ve been to my fair share of company parties over the years – some were tame and others were quite wild.

Sure, everbody has a ‘Echoes at work’ persona and a ‘Echoes at home’ persona – but surely it’s not that different that everybody looks a little deer-caught-in-the-headlights when their significant others are in the room.

Granted. I’ve seen some hairy moments at company parties. With or without partners – fights in cocktail gowns (so classy. I die), the awkward quiet guy who becomes a lecherous bastard after  two beers, a male and female colleague getting buck wild on the dance floor while their respective partners look on in shock and the new mom who brought her baby to an evening dinner and decided to nurse little Johnny right there over the entrée. Yikes. Have seen it all.

Tonight, I’m hoping for a fun affair. Hopefully there will be some ‘realness’ from my colleagues despite having their partners around.

And no catfights, dirty dancing or baby nursing.

 

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Charmed
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written by Charmed, December 02, 2011
Soooo... you haven't said. What are you wearing?

Our year end function is next Friday and it's a Survivor theme and we have to wear BEACH WEAR!
Wolfe
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written by Wolfe, December 02, 2011
Typical Vaalies....always trying to be like the folk at the coast...
Wolfe
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written by Wolfe, December 02, 2011
I would also just like to point out that it is very insensitive of you to put a picture on your post of a guy that died of cancer....have you not compassion for people living with cancer? You and Dj Fresh are so alike.....it's a shame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Charmed
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written by Charmed, December 02, 2011
Go easy on the exclamation marks. You sound deprived.
Echoes
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written by Echoes, December 02, 2011
"Go easy on the exclamation marks. You sound deprived" -> Bwahahahahahahahaha

Um...Who has cancer? and how have I offended them by putting a very cool pic of Patrick 'bulging muscles' Swayze on my post? *sniff*

Charmed - am wearing LBD with gold stuffsis. I can't be asked to dress to the max. Not sure about the beach wear vibe when you're not at the beach (bizarre...?)
Wolfe
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written by Wolfe, December 02, 2011
Wow...your laugh is almost as fake as the gold on your outfit....

*grin*
Echoes
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written by Echoes, December 02, 2011
*grin* that's how I roll...like a magpie. Anything that glitters CAN be gold.

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