Weekend Plans Post: The Corporate Office Party
I sometimes hear stories about working for the big corporations was like back in the old days. Stuff like “company trips” and “expense accounts” and all that stuff. It seems like a dream, now. Like something that only happened on Mad Men (and surely that show exaggerated things!). But, sometimes, I hear from one of the old guys that speech from The Force Awakens:
My company still does a corporate party. We go to the restaurant and the boss will pay for the apps and for dessert but we pay for our entrée and any booze we drink (the CEO thinks that booze at company parties is just asking for trouble and he ain’t gonna be responsible for that sort of thing). What’s nice is that there are enough appetizers that you can make a meal of tapas and just pay for your lemonade or whatever and tip the heck out of your waitstaff and get out of there with a full belly and knowing that you won’t have to wear a Christmas Shirt for another 360ish days.
Which is what happens tonight. We’ve got the corporate Christmas party. I have to go and walk around the room and gladhand and see spouses that I haven’t seen since the last Christmas party and… whew. I’m already exhausted and I’m not even there yet. (Maribou lucked out… one of her friends is in a play and so that’s what she’s doing tonight instead.)
Tomorrow is going to be one of those dead days because that’s the day that approximately 80% of my co-workers are taking off.
And so, this weekend, will be sluggish and full of the last of the pre-holiday obligations. The nephew who is getting cash… did we go to the bank? The nephew who is getting a lava lamp… did that arrive from Amazon? Did mom’s Alan Jackson DVD show up? Did her favorite soap show up? OH MY GOSH HOW IS CHRISTMAS NEXT WEEK.
It’s fine, it’s fine. The lava lamp is here. I can go to the bank tomorrow on a leisurely lunch break. Saturday will have a leisurely gaming night on Saturday. OH MY GOSH I NEED TO GET GIFT CARDS FOR MY GAMING GROUP. Then a leisurely Sunday and then… The Holidays are here).
So… what’s on your docket?