The holiday party at work. Time to get to know the 'real' coworkers
It's that time of year again. A time when employees can happily get together, get completely shitfaced, and do to each other on the makeshift dancefloor what would normally be considered sexual harassment.
It's true that many of us, whether we mean to or not, seem to always end up with circle of friends that mostly includes those we have either gone to school with, or have/currently worked with. But of course, not everyone get's to spend much time with many of their coworkers...that is, until its holiday party time. Time to see has Bob drinks, Suzy dances, and Steve loses any possibility of a future promotion.
It's amazing how a club/bar setting can completely change one's inhibitions, and cause an utter calmness and relaxed state that causes us to forget that we are grinding on Jenny from accounting and telling the CEO that their are no "hot women" at the bar tonight. I think it just proves the point that we as a society continue to try way too hard to be who we are not.
It starts with the interview process. We wear our nice outfit. We practice our speech, memorize the dumb ass question/answers about what you think are your strengths and weaknesses, and pick our favorite past coworkers and friends to put down as references.
Before you know it, you've got the job. Then, after spending the first 90 days trying to do anything you can to not screw up and get fired without explanation, you finally feel some relief. And, before you know it, its holiday party time. All of a sudden, you feel absolutely comfortable spending half your paycheck at the cashbar (no free drinks at the cheap companies my friends), hitting on the hot staff you don't see in the office that often, and telling the boss that this is only good thing that's come out of this damn year at work is the free food tonight.
Oh well, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. And just thank God that, for now anyway, you are lucky enough to even have a job. Because tomorrow its back to collar shirt, khaki pants, and an long term and sustained fear of your boss and the power you give him over your life.
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It's true that many of us, whether we mean to or not, seem to always end up with circle of friends that mostly includes those we have either gone to school with, or have/currently worked with. But of course, not everyone get's to spend much time with many of their coworkers...that is, until its holiday party time. Time to see has Bob drinks, Suzy dances, and Steve loses any possibility of a future promotion.
It's amazing how a club/bar setting can completely change one's inhibitions, and cause an utter calmness and relaxed state that causes us to forget that we are grinding on Jenny from accounting and telling the CEO that their are no "hot women" at the bar tonight. I think it just proves the point that we as a society continue to try way too hard to be who we are not.
It starts with the interview process. We wear our nice outfit. We practice our speech, memorize the dumb ass question/answers about what you think are your strengths and weaknesses, and pick our favorite past coworkers and friends to put down as references.
Before you know it, you've got the job. Then, after spending the first 90 days trying to do anything you can to not screw up and get fired without explanation, you finally feel some relief. And, before you know it, its holiday party time. All of a sudden, you feel absolutely comfortable spending half your paycheck at the cashbar (no free drinks at the cheap companies my friends), hitting on the hot staff you don't see in the office that often, and telling the boss that this is only good thing that's come out of this damn year at work is the free food tonight.
Oh well, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. And just thank God that, for now anyway, you are lucky enough to even have a job. Because tomorrow its back to collar shirt, khaki pants, and an long term and sustained fear of your boss and the power you give him over your life.
WHATAYATHINKATHAT
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