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Post by everso on Dec 15, 2010 11:18:22 GMT
Now, does anyone REALLY enjoy office parties? Or, come to that, works dinner/dances?
I can honestly say I don't think I ever have enjoyed that kind of thing. I love house parties, but organised jollies in hotel banqueting suites aren't my idea of fun.
Mr. E. and I have to attend a 'function' this evening. Neither of us wants to go, but because he's one of the managers he feels he must make an appearance. I know it's going to be crap, with crap food, and crap entertainment.
I'd much prefer just to be going out for a nice meal.
Am I being an ungrateful miserable cow?
No, don't answer that. Tsk.
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Post by Weyland on Dec 15, 2010 12:07:48 GMT
Now, does anyone REALLY enjoy office parties? Or, come to that, works dinner/dances? I've been to some really great dos and some absolute stinkers. Depends on the company, in both senses of the word. I can imagine it's more likely to be an ordeal for managers, but I made it a rule never to slide into the slough of management. (Not that that was a particularly difficult task.)
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Post by Patrick on Dec 15, 2010 12:09:13 GMT
An Office Party when I worked at English Heritage c.1989 was horrible. Like a bunch of Maiden Aunts sitting round sipping sherry. As most of them had to drive fairly long distances to get home, the drink wasn't flowing, at all. Neither was the atmosphere. The only good thing was that the phones were switched off for the afternoon. I suppose it was because as a youngster I was expecting it to be high jinks and fun - but the pure dullness of it out dulled the dullest occasion that ever occurred in Dull Land.
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Post by Weyland on Dec 15, 2010 12:49:55 GMT
Now, does anyone REALLY enjoy office parties? Or, come to that, works dinner/dances? I remember enjoying this one in 1971. Still have the hair, though not the sideboards, and it's not quite the same colour. New Year Resolutions: Lose weight. Dye hair. Find the Fountain of Youth.
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Post by jean on Dec 15, 2010 14:09:11 GMT
Thanks for that link, Weyland. It was worth it.
Did you notice how subtly everso corrected your misspelling by simply spelling the word in question correctly herself, without comment?
That's style.
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Post by everso on Dec 15, 2010 17:31:44 GMT
Haha! Several times corrected, too! I probably had to google it to check I was correct though.
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Post by jean on Dec 15, 2010 17:55:50 GMT
You did it with...ahem...flair.
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Post by everso on Dec 15, 2010 17:57:35 GMT
As they used to say in The Beano: Tee hee!
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Post by Weyland on Dec 15, 2010 17:58:17 GMT
Thanks for that link, Weyland. It was worth it. Did you notice how subtly everso corrected your misspelling by simply spelling the word in question correctly herself, without comment? That's style. If you mean sideboards, it was no accidental mistake, merely historical accuracy in the context. That's what we called them then and there. In fact I thought it was the correct term until I read somewhere that the items in question were named after an American Civil War general by the name of Burnside. It was our ..er.. style. [Doh! I get it now. Never noticed.]
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Post by jean on Dec 15, 2010 18:39:58 GMT
Ah, good! Mutton-chop whiskers are what you really should have cultivated, though. They go down expecially well at office parties, I find.
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Post by everso on Dec 16, 2010 1:52:36 GMT
Well, the evening wasn't too bad after all, although the meal was very crap and the two comedians effed and blinded and c-worded their way through a fairly ordinary stand-up routine. Why do they have to swear? It sounded forced and stupid. I drew the short straw for driving home and only had a small glass of red wine followed by several ginger ales without scotch. Mr. E. got a bit boozed and I've just left him downstairs snoring. I felt I had to report back before going to bed.
I did a bit of dancing and sang along to Love shack is a little old place where we can get toGETHerherherher... Love shack bahabeee...Love SHACK baby, Love SHACK)
I was a bit out of breath afterwards.
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Post by riotgrrl on Dec 16, 2010 8:28:02 GMT
Well, the evening wasn't too bad after all, although the meal was very crap and the two comedians effed and blinded and c-worded their way through a fairly ordinary stand-up routine. Why do they have to swear? It sounded forced and stupid. I drew the short straw for driving home and only had a small glass of red wine followed by several ginger ales without scotch. Mr. E. got a bit boozed and I've just left him downstairs snoring. I felt I had to report back before going to bed. I did a bit of dancing and sang along to Love shack is a little old place where we can get toGETHerherherher... Love shack bahabeee...Love SHACK baby, Love SHACK)I was a bit out of breath afterwards. I hope you did the jerky ironic-girl group B52s dance to the Love Shack. Actually, are the B52s not a bit too . .well, indy, for a work dinner dance in Essex? What else were you dancing to, the Sex Pistols and Sonic Youth?
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Post by everso on Dec 16, 2010 19:21:53 GMT
I can't remember what else I danced to. I was hoping for "Hi Ho Silver Lining" (I know all the words). We only had about an hour after the swearing comedians finished before it was time gennlemen pleese.
I would never do an ironic jerky dance. I am a smooth operator.
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Post by Weyland on Dec 16, 2010 19:37:48 GMT
I would never do an ironic jerky dance. I am a smooth operator. For the record, Ev, I would love to be there when you did any kind of jerky dance. Or indeed any kind of dance. Just as long as that's clear. Confession: I quite like Manhattan Transfer. That surely doesn't make me a bad person?
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Post by everso on Dec 16, 2010 19:42:07 GMT
I would never do an ironic jerky dance. I am a smooth operator. For the record, Ev, I would love to be there when you did any kind of jerky dance. Or indeed any kind of dance. Just as long as that's clear. Confession: I quite like Manhattan Transfer. That surely doesn't make me a bad person? Da da-da da-da.
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Post by housesparrow on Dec 17, 2010 6:25:25 GMT
I've never been to a traditional "office party". Way back in time when working for the private sector we had a works dinner; a rather formal affair where the price of a meal was listening to the chairman, the MD and their friends and relations tell us how wonderful the company was.
Local government (contrary to what you might believe if you post on GSG) desn't fund staff beanos, so most of the time departments would organise meals for thos who wanted to pay. It caused great problems for the planning department one year; the reception staff picked a shortlist of four hotels, and every single one had an enforcement problem. But on Christmas Eve afternoon we would all meet up in a large open plan room and play silly games, which was great fun. Technically we were still at work so had to answer the phone - which didn't often ring.
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Post by Weyland on Dec 17, 2010 10:53:09 GMT
It caused great problems for the planning department one year; the reception staff picked a shortlist of four hotels, and every single one had an enforcement problem. You mean they would absolutely insist upon seeing marriage certificates?
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