It's Christmas Party Time
Or is that Happy Holiday time, tell you what I better get some decent Happy Holiday gifts if that is the case :)
I haven't been to a company Christmas party (no I am not going to fucking call them Holiday parties) in a couple of years as I have been remote and distant - at least that is what the ex said :) Sorry, I meant I was working remotely and apparently there wasn't enough budgeted to get me up to corporate headquarters and cover my bar tab. This year is different. We are heading to a German Steakhouse called Ū - or Umlaut. I questioned the bosses on the quality of German Steakhouses but they informed me that since a few elite Germans went to Brazil after WWII with quite a bit of gold that they had 'Perfected ze art of cooking ze steak' so not to worry. Not that it really matters, the majority of my diet is liquid based and I try not to mix business with pleasure, mainly because the ladies I work with know me too well :)
Sunday is going to hurt.
When you think about it Christmas Parties are more than just a reason to pull out the wedding/funeral suit or black dress and try not to get fired for groping the bosses wife or husband. They are the one time of the year when companies (well the good ones) celebrate what we at Poets Day celebrate every week. It is a celebration of the years work, the good, the bad and the ugly. All of it culminates with the company Christmas party. Even though sometimes some undeserving nob-end wins a prize that I should have (it's ok, I am no longer bitter about it) it is still a time of celebration and usually some inebriation. It is also a time to cement work friendships, let your hair down some, tell some jokes, tell some partially true stories and feel up Cyndi from accounting in the coatroom.
As a Sales Monkey this time of year is perfect to work on my golf game and discover some new Pinots. Most companies are suffering from the mass panic that kicks when people realize they are going to lose their 'use it or lose it' vacation days. Quick comment on that - firstly, dick move, secondly why only 2 weeks. In civilized nations (and Australia) people get 4 weeks. In sales you get 16 weeks but that is just because we work so hard for at least a couple of hours, 3 days a week when we actually go into the office we deserve the break :) Nothing exciting is happening this time of year at work apart from wondering who will end up with what (or who) at the party and who will get drunk and make an ass of themselves.
Back home in New Zealand Christmas is held in summer months so the only white stuff is the blow being bumped in the bathroom stalls. Christmas on the other side of this flat planet (we wear special shoes there so we don't fall off) is about being at the beach, hanging out with friends and family and working on some cool melanomas. Sure there is some baby Jesus stuff in there, but the fishing is just so damn good, the beer cold and bikinis.
So on the eve of our Christmas Party I urge you to use your party to get to know your fellow workers better, celebrate the year behind and look forward to the year ahead. Every company succeeds as a team and you should use this time to help build the bonds that make your team stronger. Be personable, be affable, be joyous and have fun. Don't be that guy/girl that the after party stories are about, unless those stories are told with a friendly smile. Poets Day is about working hard and playing hard all through the year and being a good team mate. If you believe (as I do) in that philosophy then your Christmas Party is the ultimate celebration of that.
As usual some of the facts in this post were derived from the mind of a lunatic. Any person called Cyndi is not necessarily a sure thing, but most likely is and if you think any of this is about you, then you might be wrong :)
So work hard, play hard and earn your inspiration
Happy Poets Day
I haven't been to a company Christmas party (no I am not going to fucking call them Holiday parties) in a couple of years as I have been remote and distant - at least that is what the ex said :) Sorry, I meant I was working remotely and apparently there wasn't enough budgeted to get me up to corporate headquarters and cover my bar tab. This year is different. We are heading to a German Steakhouse called Ū - or Umlaut. I questioned the bosses on the quality of German Steakhouses but they informed me that since a few elite Germans went to Brazil after WWII with quite a bit of gold that they had 'Perfected ze art of cooking ze steak' so not to worry. Not that it really matters, the majority of my diet is liquid based and I try not to mix business with pleasure, mainly because the ladies I work with know me too well :)
Sunday is going to hurt.
When you think about it Christmas Parties are more than just a reason to pull out the wedding/funeral suit or black dress and try not to get fired for groping the bosses wife or husband. They are the one time of the year when companies (well the good ones) celebrate what we at Poets Day celebrate every week. It is a celebration of the years work, the good, the bad and the ugly. All of it culminates with the company Christmas party. Even though sometimes some undeserving nob-end wins a prize that I should have (it's ok, I am no longer bitter about it) it is still a time of celebration and usually some inebriation. It is also a time to cement work friendships, let your hair down some, tell some jokes, tell some partially true stories and feel up Cyndi from accounting in the coatroom.
As a Sales Monkey this time of year is perfect to work on my golf game and discover some new Pinots. Most companies are suffering from the mass panic that kicks when people realize they are going to lose their 'use it or lose it' vacation days. Quick comment on that - firstly, dick move, secondly why only 2 weeks. In civilized nations (and Australia) people get 4 weeks. In sales you get 16 weeks but that is just because we work so hard for at least a couple of hours, 3 days a week when we actually go into the office we deserve the break :) Nothing exciting is happening this time of year at work apart from wondering who will end up with what (or who) at the party and who will get drunk and make an ass of themselves.
Back home in New Zealand Christmas is held in summer months so the only white stuff is the blow being bumped in the bathroom stalls. Christmas on the other side of this flat planet (we wear special shoes there so we don't fall off) is about being at the beach, hanging out with friends and family and working on some cool melanomas. Sure there is some baby Jesus stuff in there, but the fishing is just so damn good, the beer cold and bikinis.
So on the eve of our Christmas Party I urge you to use your party to get to know your fellow workers better, celebrate the year behind and look forward to the year ahead. Every company succeeds as a team and you should use this time to help build the bonds that make your team stronger. Be personable, be affable, be joyous and have fun. Don't be that guy/girl that the after party stories are about, unless those stories are told with a friendly smile. Poets Day is about working hard and playing hard all through the year and being a good team mate. If you believe (as I do) in that philosophy then your Christmas Party is the ultimate celebration of that.
As usual some of the facts in this post were derived from the mind of a lunatic. Any person called Cyndi is not necessarily a sure thing, but most likely is and if you think any of this is about you, then you might be wrong :)
So work hard, play hard and earn your inspiration
Happy Poets Day
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