I had my second office Christmas party on Friday, and as I was hoping it was a complete contrast to Wednesday’s affair. It was… a proper party, basically, and people enjoyed themselves and didn’t want to leave at the earliest available opportunity.
As previously described, the meal on Wednesday was perfectly nice, but it was just a meal, it was fairly sedate, and it ended rather forlornly at 4pm.
Friday’s meal on the other hand had: three quizzes; festive hats (mine was a turkey); competitive Christmas-jumper-wearing; about 30 people; merriment; and post-dinner drinks that went on until 11pm. Actually it probably went on a bit later than 11pm, but by that time I felt like I’d drunk all the rum in the pub and decided I really ought to be waddling home. It was a proper Christmas do, in short, and I had a really good time.
The meal was at a place called A Taste of Sahara – north African-type cuisine, which isn’t something I’ve really had before, and although I maybe still wouldn’t choose to go there normally, it was very nice. They were very accommodating of such a large group, and it’s bring your own booze there, so that made it nice and easy for everyone to have what they wanted to drink and it worked out really cheaply. The food was a bit heavy on the grilled meats, so it was almost like having a fancy barbecue, but everything tasted nice and I’d had so much wine that it really didn’t matter all that much.
Then afterwards about 20 or so people went on to the pub, and it was all very sociable and merry. I’ve been working in this office for about 9 months now and I have to confess that I still didn’t really know what half the people’s names were. I did by the end of the evening though, and I think it takes something like a proper work social before you really start to get to know everyone and have more than just a colleague-level relationship with them.
I had quite a lot to drink, but I don’t think I embarrassed myself (as far as I recall), and everyone seemed very impressed by my roast turkey hat. At least one person got absolutely train-wreck trashed, which is always quite amusing as long as it’s not you, and it meant that everyone else could drink as much as they wanted and still look fairly sober and dignified in comparison. It was one of the younger people in the office, and I actually found it very endearing as he went round everyone in the pub telling them how much he likes us all and how much he enjoys working with us. I don’t know if he might be a bit sheepish about it on Monday, but we’ve all been there when we were in our twenties and the booze creeps up on you and suddenly you realise you should have stopped drinking at least an hour ago and now it’s waaaaay too late to do anything about it. Bless.
At one point the manager for the team I work with in that office asked me if I’d ever want to move and be part of that team properly, rather than this funny half-and-half arrangement that I do at the moment, and actually yes I do think I’d like that. I’m ready for a change now, and I think it would be good for me long term. So I’m hopeful that something along those lines might happen during 2013, but I’ll have to wait and see.
I’m feeling ever so Christmassy now and wish that Christmas was this week rather than 9 whole days away. It’s going to be a funny week at work, because we’ve done all of our festive celebrations and now it’s just a normal week again until we finish. But at least we’re nearly there. I’ll just have to listen to All I Want For Christmas on loop between now and then to see me through.