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skdadl

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« on: September 15, 2006, 03:32:26 PM »
So. Who is going to be the first to do something embarrassing at this week's office party?  :)

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« Reply #1 on: September 15, 2006, 03:45:57 PM »
Probably me.  I'm going to my advisor's first party of the season this evening.

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« Reply #2 on: September 15, 2006, 04:25:32 PM »
Ms T and I are heading out for our Friday afternoon play date with her best buddy and his mom...  There was talk of martinis.  This is what artists working from home with small children leads to... :D
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« Reply #3 on: September 15, 2006, 05:13:51 PM »
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So. Who is going to be the first to do something embarrassing at this week's office party?  :)


There's a weekly office party?!? *grumblegrumble* another damn memo I missed *grumblegrumble*

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« Reply #4 on: September 15, 2006, 05:19:00 PM »
You're grumbling, fern hill? You are grumbling?

Whaddaboud me, eh? I'm always around for the set-up -- oh, yeah, let skdadl set out the glasses and the ice buckets and the bottles and the nibbles and all; let skdadl do all the grunt work -- but the parties never get started until skdadl is ready to leave! Waaah.

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« Reply #5 on: September 15, 2006, 05:25:59 PM »
Well, we're here. Pour me a glass of champers, bar-keep, and we'll grumble together.
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« Reply #6 on: September 15, 2006, 05:34:44 PM »
Gosh, fern hill. I thought we could have a hair-pulling session and thus become the first embarrassing incident of the evening, but you're already getting mellow?   :shock:

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« Reply #7 on: September 15, 2006, 05:40:37 PM »
Well, I sure made a fool of myself.

First party of my new job in the first week. The department paid for ALL the fucking drinks. So, of course I drank and I drank and I drank. I got loud, silly and obnoxious and I got into a fight with my boss's husband who is an arrogant, snobbish aaahhteest.

I didn't do so well at the next party either. Or the next.

I really hate these parties. They're all so fake-fake, pretend-pretend, artsy-fartsy.

I miss my old job for its social aspect. My old colleagues were practically family to me. We were of all ages, knew everything about everybody else's personal lives, and we drank and got stoned together, and we laughed a LOT together, and sometimes, we had to cry together as well. We were so close, and even now, when we speak to each other, we tell each other that we love each other! We had fun and we worked efficiently too. I am sure I will never find another job like that where colleagues are as thick as thieves.

In this job, people never inquire about each other's personal lives, people seem too distant and it really feels weird having a "party" with them. I have nothing in common with these guys, and the boring, light conversations get tiresome after a while. There is nothing to talk about. These parties are so goddamned boring, it's why I drink so much at these parties. I often got drunk at my old-job parties, but I never made a fool of myself. And even if somebody did, people didn't point, whisper and make faces. Everybody, including the fool, all laughed out loud together. Sigh. In the old-job parties, I didn't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. Now, when I wear my mis-matched socks, I get nervous because I may have to explain my socio-political reasons behind it, and I don't think these guys like politics. I felt really nervous putting up a tiny, tiny cartoon depicting a man smashing a dollar sign in a protest against capitalism. In the old job, it was accepted because these protests are a part of who I am. Sigh again. On the plus side, it appears that the women in the new job are all strong feminists. Good thing too cause nearly all the men are sexist bastards.

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« Reply #8 on: September 15, 2006, 05:44:33 PM »
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I got loud, silly and obnoxious.


You, eph? Unbelievable. . . .

But, yeah, eh? The boring parties are the ones one really makes an ass of oneself at. I don't go to them anymore.

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« Reply #9 on: September 15, 2006, 05:44:38 PM »
Mellow mellow.... tsk tsk
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« Reply #10 on: September 15, 2006, 05:52:12 PM »
Och, eph. Deep empathy.

But never mind. You're here now, and you can help me pull fern hill's hair.  :)

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« Reply #11 on: September 15, 2006, 05:54:58 PM »
No. No gang-ups. The only BnRer we gang up on is Luke. Where's Luke?

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« Reply #12 on: September 15, 2006, 05:55:33 PM »
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But, yeah, eh? The boring parties are the ones one really makes an ass of oneself at. I don't go to them anymore.


I wish I could not go as easily. My boss puts insane pressure on me to go. And I get overtime (for time off) for getting drunk at these parties. So, that's an advantage.

Oh skdadl, I would love to pull fern's hair with you, but I can't. She is knitting me helmet-ear-warmers for Christmas. Also, thwap and I have to go buy drapes.

Ta! Hope to chat more this weekend.

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« Reply #13 on: September 15, 2006, 05:59:46 PM »
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I wish I could not go as easily. My boss puts insane pressure on me to go. And I get overtime (for time off) for getting drunk at these parties. So, that's an advantage.


Well, maybe, and this is hard to say, me being your sworn nemesis and all, maybe the boss thinks you're Fun.

Getting paid to get drunk, though. Now, there's a gig.

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« Reply #14 on: September 15, 2006, 08:51:52 PM »
I used to have a boss who would expect me to come to the bar with him regularly, and on a couple of occasions to the casino.

I didn't mind so much - I liked my coworkers well enough, but the boss was a hard charging sumbitch in many ways.  I wouldn't have done it except all our work was on commission, and I was making buckets of money - at least in part from his goodwill.  Much of that goodwill derived from my ability to keep up with him drinkswise, play pool, that sort of thing.  Luckily for me, I had been practicing (at both).

One of the things that make me most uncomfortable, looking back, is that those nights out were almost always male dominated.  There were some excellent women in management in that company, (though nowhere near 50%), but they were rarely involved in that aspect of 'socialization'.  The old boys club at work (though we were none of us old boys). In the thick of things it's not always easy to recognize the privilege you are experiencing.
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