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This is a re-start of my previous thread of a Halloween party the gimmick being that instead of the people showing up in cheap, or sexy, revealing costumes, that they instead show up in their work clothes. If you are interested send me a PM and if you desire, include a picture for the thread.
Working at a large office park, dealing mainly in sales of office goods. It was a good business, even with the recession in all, even if my position was lost my parents would have taken care of me. When I accepted the salesman position they gave me a large ten room Victorian style home to "entertain guests" and this approaching Halloween I decided to take it up. Other office mates have thrown parties before, but I wanted to top them by going to the wall. Instead of just drinks and food I wanted to scare people and give them something to talk about for weeks, in addition it was a budding feeling that it would be a chance to meet some people for normally I was very shy and quiet college graduate; very small compared to most men at only 5'10" and a light build with dark brown eyes and short, dark brown hair with smooth cheeks and a bright smile.
Weeks before Halloween orders had already been placed for decorations, plans, and food and as they arived phamplets were also printed and handed out. Passing around the phampletes at work with the direction to hand them off to their friends and their friend's-friends. It was a tedious plan but I hoped to net as many people as possible to come and enjoy themselves if just for one night. When I finally got off of work I spent the next three hours putting the finishing touches on everything; the house was in perfect order, quite a feat for a ten room house given to me by my parents and each room had their own motif from a grave yard in one, to a crypt, to hospital with the room on the second floor, in the way back, locked off and denied to anyone for it will be saved for last.
Every fifteen minutes I would come to look at the wall clock and then hustle back to what I was doing. For dishes there were no cheap treats but fine cheese, bread, cookies, and drinks; most imported or hand made as was the candy.
When the clock at last reached seven it was time for me to get ready to recieve the guests. Since I spent all that time and effort redecorating the home there was little emphasis placed on a constume thus when I cleaned myself off and put on a fine pressed casual ware with my name tag and brightest smile going as myself. "God, I hope this works," saying it over and over as the minutes crawled on.
Working at a large office park, dealing mainly in sales of office goods. It was a good business, even with the recession in all, even if my position was lost my parents would have taken care of me. When I accepted the salesman position they gave me a large ten room Victorian style home to "entertain guests" and this approaching Halloween I decided to take it up. Other office mates have thrown parties before, but I wanted to top them by going to the wall. Instead of just drinks and food I wanted to scare people and give them something to talk about for weeks, in addition it was a budding feeling that it would be a chance to meet some people for normally I was very shy and quiet college graduate; very small compared to most men at only 5'10" and a light build with dark brown eyes and short, dark brown hair with smooth cheeks and a bright smile.
Weeks before Halloween orders had already been placed for decorations, plans, and food and as they arived phamplets were also printed and handed out. Passing around the phampletes at work with the direction to hand them off to their friends and their friend's-friends. It was a tedious plan but I hoped to net as many people as possible to come and enjoy themselves if just for one night. When I finally got off of work I spent the next three hours putting the finishing touches on everything; the house was in perfect order, quite a feat for a ten room house given to me by my parents and each room had their own motif from a grave yard in one, to a crypt, to hospital with the room on the second floor, in the way back, locked off and denied to anyone for it will be saved for last.
Every fifteen minutes I would come to look at the wall clock and then hustle back to what I was doing. For dishes there were no cheap treats but fine cheese, bread, cookies, and drinks; most imported or hand made as was the candy.
When the clock at last reached seven it was time for me to get ready to recieve the guests. Since I spent all that time and effort redecorating the home there was little emphasis placed on a constume thus when I cleaned myself off and put on a fine pressed casual ware with my name tag and brightest smile going as myself. "God, I hope this works," saying it over and over as the minutes crawled on.