The Office Xmas Party

rimmy

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So yesterday was my office Xmas party which I did not attend for multiple reasons. The second I got in this morning, the 8 people already there were buzzing about it. Turns out that a few of my colleagues had a few too many and one guy who's around 30 managed to kiss the sweet old lady who's a year from retirement on the lips and then, a while later, grabbed the bosses boob. From what I hear it wasn't a quick catch and release but he rested his hand there till she removed it. Someone is in BIG trouble come Monday.

What acts of abject stupidity have taken place at your work parties?
 
I banged a hottie from another office on a picnic table pretty much in front of everyone. We were the only ones in the back yard but the sliding glass door was right there.
 
I can't believe that this band of miscreants hasn't done more offensive stuff.

Spill it people.
 
My corp doesnt do parties anymore.

Geez, its been 7 years since the last one.
 
Last time I went I got a hotel room upstairs and brought my own booze. 2 drink tickets don't go very far.
 
I banged a hottie from another office on a picnic table pretty much in front of everyone. We were the only ones in the back yard but the sliding glass door was right there.

I'll bet there was lots of pressed nose prints on the sliding door.
 
My first job out of college (1978), I got so pissed I could barely walk. Legless, literally. I got kicked off the subway by a cop; thank fuck he didn't arrest me. Didn't get home until dawn.

I've been wary of them since.
 
A co-worker went up to one of the stuffier management guys, squeezed his cheeks & called him pookieface.

The next day, we had to tell her what she did. She did say it was the first time she won the "lampshade award".

After one office party, while waiting for our taxi, one of the guys asked my co-worker & I to go back up to his hotel room. He lived out of town but booked a hotel for the night as he knew he would be too inebriated to drive. It was also too late to catch the train. My friend & I both said no.

He didn't show up for work the next day (surprise, surprise), turns out his wife had showed up at the hotel to surprise him.


Sidenote: Aquagal's av rawks! :heart:
 
A co-worker went up to one of the stuffier management guys, squeezed his cheeks & called him pookieface.

The next day, we had to tell her what she did. She did say it was the first time she won the "lampshade award".

After one office party, while waiting for our taxi, one of the guys asked my co-worker & I to go back up to his hotel room. He lived out of town but booked a hotel for the night as he knew he would be too inebriated to drive. It was also too late to catch the train. My friend & I both said no.

He didn't show up for work the next day (surprise, surprise), turns out his wife had showed up at the hotel to surprise him.


Sidenote: Aquagal's av rawks! :heart:
How awesome would it have been if you went back to his room and his wife busted you? Can you blame him, though?
 
A co-worker went up to one of the stuffier management guys, squeezed his cheeks & called him pookieface.

The next day, we had to tell her what she did. She did say it was the first time she won the "lampshade award".

After one office party, while waiting for our taxi, one of the guys asked my co-worker & I to go back up to his hotel room. He lived out of town but booked a hotel for the night as he knew he would be too inebriated to drive. It was also too late to catch the train. My friend & I both said no.

He didn't show up for work the next day (surprise, surprise), turns out his wife had showed up at the hotel to surprise him.


Sidenote: Aquagal's av rawks! :heart:

Thank you! :rose:
Here I'm looking at yours and am not surprised your coworker asking you up to the hotel room.
 
Never drink at events with colleagues. Seen too many tipsy ladies hanging around trying to entice 'off limit'guys and drooling drunks sniffing around the gals to get caught up in it myself. Had enough drunken 'associations' at university to cure me of that.
 
How awesome would it have been if you went back to his room and his wife busted you? Can you blame him, though?
Um, no, he was an associate, its partner of the firm or nuthin'

Thank you! :rose:
Here I'm looking at yours and am not surprised your coworker asking you up to the hotel room.
Highly unlikely, it was most likely the alcohol speaking. He did apologize to us when he did finally show up for work.

You should see them in person. They're mesmerizing.
That why you offered me your bison meat?
 
And by "one guy who's around 30," OP means himself. Undoubtedly.
 
I have it on good authority that the OP is 45. And he clearly stated that he didn't go to the party.
 
I've known a few colleagues that lost their jobs for their behavior at office Christmas parties and corporate conventions.

I don't do them, if I have to show up, it's a quick 'Hi how are you? Damn glad to see you.' Then I'm gone.
 
Circa 1992ish. I was a college student working at a restaurant. Bosses hosted a huge Christmas party with free booze. This time, it was at the assistant manager's house.

I walked in and there were two people trying to pry this enormous mirror off the wall. I was so dumb, I had no idea why. I was like, why the fuck do you need that mirror on that table anyway?

Well, anyway. My sister had worked at the restaurant, but already was working a real job post college. My sister had special baking talents, so she was always invited back to the Christmas party.

This time, she brought this enormous pan of weed brownies and plopped them on the counter. There was this sweet older woman who worked as a daytime supervisor and she was just sitting there drinking her sweet wine and commented on how much she loved brownies. I was just about to warn her they were skunk brownies when I was dragged into the other room to watch the assistant manager snort this huuuuuuuuuge line of coke off a giant mirror (see? That is why they needed the mirror. Because it was funny).

I knew that Delores (fake name) was in the kitchen and probably was going to eat one of the brownies, so I jammed back in there as soon as the assistant manager snorted down the last bit of the coke. Too late. Delores had eaten five of the brownies.

I so wish those were the days of cell phone cameras because the shit she did that night was legendary. I had never seen a 70-year-old woman dance the Hustle before. She also decided to be bartender at some point that night. She made me a drink that was 80 percent sloe gin and 20 percent vodka. It tasted exactly what I thought furniture polish should taste like.

Did I mention her son also worked at the restaurant? And that she also made him dance The Hustle? Man, those were good times. Except for the shit wages, dead end job potential and asshole customers, I miss working in restaurants. Those people knew how to throw a Christmas party.
 
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