Tuesday, 13 May 2008

The morning after the night before

Last night was an office party.
 
40 people attended a posh bowling alley in west London for drinks, bowling and err, somersaults. Don't ask.
 
5 of them made it into work this morning, all arriving in dribs and drabs between 10:30 and 1pm.
 
One person is currently lying on the floor in the middle of the office.
 
Another is currently in the doghouse after getting in at 5am, falling asleep on the sofa and forgetting to pick his girlfriend up from the airport. He woke up to find her standing over him uttering the words "You bastard, I've been ringing you for ages. I had to get a bus"
 
Yours truly has been staring gormlessly at her computer screen, allowed to go home but having to stay on the off chance that her boss will ask her to do something like change a printer cartridge. She is also trying to arrange the meeting from hell, gathering 6 important busy people together for a chat with an even more important busy person, which must occur next week. It's a slow process.
 
Other activities have included covering a colleague's phone and keyboard in cling film whilst giggling like an innane child, because he had the day off and has clearly spent it tagging people in bad photos on facebook. She has also made multiple labels using a label maker and has stuck most of them on the head of Mr Doghouse.
 
Productive day? You bet.

12 comments:

James said...

Once again great to see the licence fee going to good use. hehe

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

You're getting real value for money today.

pinkjellybaby said...

you make it sound like a fun place to work!

Robbie said...

Real power comes from...a label maker.

AFC 30K said...

ouch....

Bec said...

At my old workplace this would mean that 35 people would now be on final warning before dismissal... But then again it was hell on earth!

arbyn said...

oh boy.

I can't wait for my first office party.

You don't want to expand on the somersaults?

China Blue said...

My ex worked at a record company, and it was accepted that the morning after a big night meant that people would arrive - if at all - at about 11, nursing coke hangovers. They'd shuffle in like extras from Shaun of The Dead. Grim.

brookem said...

ha! man, wicked sucks for the guy in the doghouse. and his lady who got stranded due to his debauchery.

surviving myself said...

the somersaults were you. I know it.

Miss Understood said...

Damn. No pictures?

Clarissa said...

What do the labels that you are printing out for the head of the Doghouse Guy say?

 

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