Staff parties
Given that it is the season to be jolly, I have no doubt that many of you have been to a staff party some time this month… and if not, yours is coming soon. I imagine you and a few dozen of your fellow coworkers thrown into a break room, sipping some punch, maybe drinking a little non–alcoholic egg nogg, and nibbling some of the cheapest looking snacks on the planet. I sympathize. I sympathize because I’ve been there before; somebody’s overworked assistant is given forty dollars and told to organize a party, and there’s no way it can turn out good. Thankfully, this year I had none of that; this year I’m working somewhere fun.
After closing early, the thirty or so “hospitality workers” (see: bartenders, barmaids, bottle shop staff, dish monkeys, chefs, managers and entertainers) of the Glengary Tavern, myself included, gathered in our lounge bar with free access to all the goodies we’re normally hawking to relative strangers. I’m sure our boss regrets it now, as it was possibly the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen; fairly innocent at first, people sipping their beer and chatting happily… but then somebody started with the cocktails. After the cocktails came the shooters, and at one stage I recall being served four unidentifiable shots of liquor; being instructed gruffly not to ask, but to drink. Drink I did. Drink we all did. Many vomited wildly, several passed out, and a couple threw up while passed out (quite a feat of multitasking, if you ask me)… but a good time was had by all; even if we were a little hung over when we got to work today.
So that was my weekend, how was yours?