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Office Christmas Parties
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Nah, sounds more like Auckland these days.CarltonAthleticDance said:
Doesn’t the whole of Tauranga shut at like 1700 these days?Danepak said:For the past two years we've had our Xmas party on a Saturday. Very strange. I would prefer a Friday, so would most of the staff - however, the management seems to like to have it on a Saturday.
Last year was in Tauranga where the Head Office is and this year in Taupo (both 3 hours drive from Auckland).
This year I had to stay kinda sober as I'd promised to do a one-hour DJ set (I took up DJing last year as a hobby).
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Do I recall an incident involving the sword?Algarveaddick said:Having left the office environment over twenty years ago I have not been to a Christmas do for years, but I used to absolutely love them. I was lucky enough to always work with good people who got on well, once I met Mrs Algarve (we got together 33 years ago today, incidentally) I started going to her work Christmas parties as well.
One memorable one - when I was single - was when I worked at Northampton DHSS. It was a fancy dress party held in the office block, and I ended up in the typing pool dressed as a Roman centurion getting on rather well with a twenties flapper girl...1 -
lancashire lad said:a good number of years ago my wife was coming up from Winchester for the company's Christmas do so I went to Waterloo to meet her. While waiting for her train I had a need to pee so rather than pay 20p I popped on a train and used the loo, unfortunately in mid pee I heard the door closing sound and I was soon departing Waterloo as she arrived. Luckily the train stopped at Clapham Jctn and I got back to Waterloo to find a very cross wife wondering where I had been as it was before the days of mass mobile phones.
but as a Charlton fan Shurely you know never to use the loo on a train in a station?😉0 -
Did that happen where we used to work?man_at_milletts said:The crafty snog, the slap and tickle in the stationery cupboard. Photocopying your bum.
Do they still exist? What's your memories?
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This a true Christmas party story. I will try to find a link to the local paper. So I will set the scene I worked for a housing association who owned lots of houses in a 10 mile radius so very well known in the area lots of fund raising events community days etcIt was meant to be a proper, classy Christmas party. The kind you tell your family about. It was held at the Hilton Hotel in Tewkesbury, and for most of the evening it actually went well.The main players were Mark, Alex, and Ben.Drinks were flowing, laughs were had, and spirits were high. The only cloud on the horizon was Ben. For reasons known only to him, Ben could not resist pulling Alex’s ponytail. Every single time he did it, he’d grin and say, “Ding dong.”Once was funny. Twice was annoying. By about the twentieth time, Alex was absolutely seething.Meanwhile, Mark was at the bar with his girlfriend, enjoying a quiet moment, when the CEO wandered over. What started as harmless banter quickly turned bizarre. Before anyone quite understood what was happening, the CEO was “feeding the horse” on Mark’s girlfriend. Mark didn’t hesitate—he put one straight on the button. The CEO dropped like a sack of spuds, sparked out cold on the floor.That was the moment the party truly died.Most people fled instantly. Only seven of us were left standing, staring at each other in disbelief. With nothing left to lose, someone decided it was time to finish the bar off properly. Champagne was ordered—lots of it. About £3,000 worth. Bottles were sprayed everywhere like Formula One drivers celebrating a win.Things then took another turn.Ben and Alex, now beyond caring, stripped naked and began running through the hotel corridors with nothing but a single sock each, strategically placed. They knocked on guests’ doors, and when confused, sleepy people opened them, they were greeted with chaos—fire extinguishers going off, people getting soaked, screams echoing down the hallways.We were supposed to be staying at the hotel, but by that point we were quite possibly the worst guests the Hilton had ever seen.So into town we went.Predictably, Ben couldn’t help himself. He pulled Alex’s ponytail again. That was it. Alex completely lost it and put Ben straight through a shop window. A member of the public tried to intervene and ended up with a broken leg for his trouble. Blue lights soon followed, and the night finally came to an end.Come Monday morning, the fear set in. Everyone was braced for the sack, waiting for the fallout from the Christmas party from hell.In the end, only Ben lost his job. It was a shame—he was actually a nice lad, ponytail obsession aside.There were no more Christmas parties after that.And honestly… no one was surprised.5
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Now that's an office party story!!0
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Never too old to learn, 'feeding the horse' is a new one for me.0
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Bosses hand up her skirtiaitch said:Never too old to learn, 'feeding the horse' is a new one for me.0 -
Indeed you do... 👍SporadicAddick said:
Do I recall an incident involving the sword?Algarveaddick said:Having left the office environment over twenty years ago I have not been to a Christmas do for years, but I used to absolutely love them. I was lucky enough to always work with good people who got on well, once I met Mrs Algarve (we got together 33 years ago today, incidentally) I started going to her work Christmas parties as well.
One memorable one - when I was single - was when I worked at Northampton DHSS. It was a fancy dress party held in the office block, and I ended up in the typing pool dressed as a Roman centurion getting on rather well with a twenties flapper girl...1 -
Indeed I looked it up on the urban dictionary.cafcledbury said:
Bosses hand up her skirtiaitch said:Never too old to learn, 'feeding the horse' is a new one for me.0
