Yes, weirdness knows no limits in the place I work…this year on a wave of a finding savings wherever possible, our senior management have decided that instead of having party once a year, we should only have party once a year-and--half?! (it looks like we do not deserve it any more) It works like this: one year -we are having Christmas party in December, the next year we will have Christmas BBQ in August…then again – December, August…December…August…you get an idea…
So they replaced our annual Christmas do with the …Garden BBQ party…this year there will be no more dancing, drinking and eating at the expense of our beloved department, we just did all that. Today. We eat and drink and dance…oh, how we danced! I still feel my feet burning!
Strange as it is, the Christmas BBQ party was also booked for the most inconvenient day one could think of! Tuesday…ahem, excuse me, I’m little tipsy and I’ve got to go to work tomorrow morning…perhaps, I should stock up Alka-Zeltser pills...in any case, I should’ve been in bed long ago, as soon as I’ve got home with 23:40 train…perhaps, I shouldn’t be writing here at all, but be in bed instead...perhaps, I should’ve done many things that I didn’t do for one or another reason…perhaps, I should learn to ask the questions and get the answers for a change…perhaps, I’m really closing down this entry…about crazy Christmas BBQ in the last days of August…well, it is my diary after all and sober or not, I’m entitled to write whatever it pleases me here…so there…here…there…[*performs a party leftover dance , since she still hears the music in her ears]
So they replaced our annual Christmas do with the …Garden BBQ party…this year there will be no more dancing, drinking and eating at the expense of our beloved department, we just did all that. Today. We eat and drink and dance…oh, how we danced! I still feel my feet burning!
Strange as it is, the Christmas BBQ party was also booked for the most inconvenient day one could think of! Tuesday…ahem, excuse me, I’m little tipsy and I’ve got to go to work tomorrow morning…perhaps, I should stock up Alka-Zeltser pills...in any case, I should’ve been in bed long ago, as soon as I’ve got home with 23:40 train…perhaps, I shouldn’t be writing here at all, but be in bed instead...perhaps, I should’ve done many things that I didn’t do for one or another reason…perhaps, I should learn to ask the questions and get the answers for a change…perhaps, I’m really closing down this entry…about crazy Christmas BBQ in the last days of August…well, it is my diary after all and sober or not, I’m entitled to write whatever it pleases me here…so there…here…there…[*performs a party leftover dance , since she still hears the music in her ears]