Why Must We Be Cheesy?
I know, I know. The vacation recap is coming real soon.
But before that....
My first day back at work was my kind of day. I had over 300 emails to sift through before I could do any real work and by then it was time for the company Christmas party.
Just so you know, my company has made it's money and built it's reputation on being cheesy. (No names to protect the innocent - namely me!) But did it really have to carry over into the Christmas party? Last year, the party was at Cipriani's on 42nd Street. Fabulousness was to be had by all. But the DJ equipment sucked and there weren't enough seats so I had an okay time. This year, the party was at Roseland. I definitely called that a downgrade. I get to the party and try to find the 9 people in the company I know. I work in a very small office and all of my contacts are by phone. I don't know what any of them look like. Anyway, I make my way to the middle of the club and realize in lieu of a DJ, my company hired a cheesy ass 70's cover band. Why? 4 white dudes with afros. Tonight is definitely going to call for much liquor.
I did good. I was a little tipsy by the end of the night. But no embarassing moments to think of. Unless you count my putting the dollar bill down the lead singer's pants. But I don't count that. I was provoked and everybody else was drunk too so it's okay. Overall, I had a good time. The food was okay, I actually bonded with some of my co-workers which is interesting considering I've been there over 5 years and I got tipsy. There's always a good time to be had once you're a little tipsy.
Downside: When I'm drunk I get both silly and talkative. This is not a good combination when you're riding home alone on a downtown C train. I think I hid it well. I don't think anybody thought I was crazy. At least I hope not.
Now, when that alarm went off at 6am, I was not a happy camper. But between the golf-sized snowflakes and the fact that my boss had taken the day off, my 8am in time became 8:45. And now, after 3 weeks, I must get back on my daily grind. Oh, and the vacation recap is coming. I promise!!
And one other thing, I was a little depressed to realize that there are no young, attractive, single, black men in my entire company. And my company's is pretty sizeable. Or they're too cool to party with the rest of us. I mean if you've ever been to Roseland you know it's pretty big. The only black men there were from the mailroom, shipping and receiving or IS. Problem is the guys from both the mailroom and shipping and receiving have already tried to holla at me and I wasn't interested. Not necessarily because of where they worked but just as men, they didn't interest me. And the dudes from IS are just straight nerds. There's just no other word to describe the cheesiness emanating off of them. So, my love story will not begin with, "I met your father at the company Christmas party."
But before that....
My first day back at work was my kind of day. I had over 300 emails to sift through before I could do any real work and by then it was time for the company Christmas party.
Just so you know, my company has made it's money and built it's reputation on being cheesy. (No names to protect the innocent - namely me!) But did it really have to carry over into the Christmas party? Last year, the party was at Cipriani's on 42nd Street. Fabulousness was to be had by all. But the DJ equipment sucked and there weren't enough seats so I had an okay time. This year, the party was at Roseland. I definitely called that a downgrade. I get to the party and try to find the 9 people in the company I know. I work in a very small office and all of my contacts are by phone. I don't know what any of them look like. Anyway, I make my way to the middle of the club and realize in lieu of a DJ, my company hired a cheesy ass 70's cover band. Why? 4 white dudes with afros. Tonight is definitely going to call for much liquor.
I did good. I was a little tipsy by the end of the night. But no embarassing moments to think of. Unless you count my putting the dollar bill down the lead singer's pants. But I don't count that. I was provoked and everybody else was drunk too so it's okay. Overall, I had a good time. The food was okay, I actually bonded with some of my co-workers which is interesting considering I've been there over 5 years and I got tipsy. There's always a good time to be had once you're a little tipsy.
Downside: When I'm drunk I get both silly and talkative. This is not a good combination when you're riding home alone on a downtown C train. I think I hid it well. I don't think anybody thought I was crazy. At least I hope not.
Now, when that alarm went off at 6am, I was not a happy camper. But between the golf-sized snowflakes and the fact that my boss had taken the day off, my 8am in time became 8:45. And now, after 3 weeks, I must get back on my daily grind. Oh, and the vacation recap is coming. I promise!!
And one other thing, I was a little depressed to realize that there are no young, attractive, single, black men in my entire company. And my company's is pretty sizeable. Or they're too cool to party with the rest of us. I mean if you've ever been to Roseland you know it's pretty big. The only black men there were from the mailroom, shipping and receiving or IS. Problem is the guys from both the mailroom and shipping and receiving have already tried to holla at me and I wasn't interested. Not necessarily because of where they worked but just as men, they didn't interest me. And the dudes from IS are just straight nerds. There's just no other word to describe the cheesiness emanating off of them. So, my love story will not begin with, "I met your father at the company Christmas party."
posted by BabyGirl at
8:04 AM
2 Comments:
I feel your pain. At least your company uses hip venues. My co uses like loft spaces and what not. I'm prayin that the music will be good this year or I'll just get shitfaced. Just like last year.
I didtched my christmas party for babysitting. From what I heard...much drunken antics were had by all. One girl who is about to leave for another office, got so drunk she fell under the hotel christmas tree.
Yeah...glad I chose to stay in...
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