These are the words of my world. They are the life of a 21 year old student with too many thoughts and too many words coming out of her mouth. So here they are in letters on a screen :)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Most people don’t really enjoy their work Christmas parties. Having to sit with a bunch of people you see every day making chit chat and trying not to get too wasted and make a fool of yourself, which inevitably you will because how else are you going to get through dinner with these idiots and a boss like David Brent without a little help from your old friend Jack Daniels? Personally I have no such experience of these events as all the Christmas parties I’ve ever been to are ridiculously fun! My work Christmas parties are wicked. And why? Well, firstly I work for a massive company so they provide us with entertainment in the form of dancers and dodgems to go along with our 3 course meal. And secondly, my colleagues are ACE! For me, the meal is a highlight. As a student at the end of term I’m not familiar with this concept of eating a decent meal. Clearly though, the ultimate highlight (apart from a lot of dodgey dancing) is obviously the dodgems. There is no better idea than providing bumper cars at a work party, it’s simply genius. With dodgems you can outlet all of your work-rage on your colleagues in a fun and acceptable manner. Personally, I have no rage with work, I just like bashing into things in general life. In fact my manager and I spent quite a long time on the Dodgems together. It was epic fun but the bruising on my legs suggest otherwise and I can only hope he doesn’t drive like that in real life. Seriously, if you want your Christmas party to be a success and you work for a large company, hire some dodgems!
By 1am we were stumbling out into the bitter weather to continue our partying. By this time, most people are totally wrecked. Well, to be honest most people were wrecked by the time the Managing Director gave his Christmas speech just after dinner. There’s no pussy footing around drinking with my work colleagues. Why? Because they’re quite simply a LOT of fun. A few more hours in a bar in town and my friend falls asleep resulting in her eviction from the bar. Hats off to her, I am impressed she can fall asleep in one of the loudest bars in town and we ended our night on a high. The morning brings me an epic hangover which means I miss a day of my life and can’t even bring myself to blog about how happy I am even though I feel like I’m dying. My right foot is caked in dried blood as I managed to cut my toe, no doubt by falling down - the sign of a big night for me. I’ve had the best night and I can’t help but feel saddened at the thought that next year I won’t be able to attend what can only be described as a ‘totes #amazeballs’ night! So to all those people who don’t enjoy their Christmas party, my heart goes out to you, maybe you should come and work with me?
