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Note time and date of post??? That's right. It's nearly 11pm on a Saturday night, and I'm fucking here on the computer. Fuck.
I've hauled my own ass off to the naughty step; I was a bad bad little girl at yesterday's Christmas party, and I'm spending the night tonight drying out and contemplating the consequences of my actions.
Martie's recipe for disaster:
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which was actually much more like this:
Blend well, then add the following:
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+ some more
with a very liberal dose of Essence of Ex-Fucker and a shot of Sentimentality-magnified-being-the-time-of-year-that-it-is and you will be well on your way to:
+ some more
Serve over ice, in a tall glass and proceed to block out memory of taxi ride home with (much) older industry colleague. Fucking wrongtown.
Is Monday a public holiday or something????
6 comments:
Ahhh, Christmas parties. Always the source of many a embarrassing and/or awkward moment for weeks after for those who just can't say no to a bevvie or 10. I share your pain!
I don't particularly want to go to work tomorrow either. Our weekends sound almost identical.
I am planning on getting a new job early in the new year- is that an option for you?
MichelleSarah - early finish it is, although getting thru the week to get to said early finish is the issue
Sarah - pain shared is pain halved, but I still don't like being one of those xmas party statistics. Bad stuff!
TW - A new job has been on the backburner for a couple of years now - but yeah, now I'm going to step it up (not really a result of xmas party though, just because I really need to!)
Mmmmm, the joys of the office christmas party - with all it's inappropriate comments in front of management, sexual innuendo, loutish behaviour, karaoke (even if none is provided) and displays of borderline alcoholism. Well thats how I remember mine. Or at least the early part of the night, before everything got clouded in an alcoholic haze.
You are not alone Martie - As per usual for a work function with free grog, I forgot to say no when the going got tipsy and turned myself into a spastic lunatic. All this before the function even started and we were still on the bus on the way to our destination. For the next five hours I made a complete ass of myself.
Looking back however it's not so bad, at least I bothered to bring my personality. Without me there would be no water-cooler gossip. And thats right, I just remembered that I really don't give a fuck what anyone at work thinks of me. Plus I picked up... yipee! MERRY SODDING CHRISTMAS TO YA AL
Never mind the memories, but I'll be gladly plyed with alcomohol anytime!
Fuck I hate having to do word verification on my own blog
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