Friday (December 2) was the company Christmas party. I have been to one before this for this company. The party was pretty tame the last time around. I was fairly new as well. This time around however, it was a lot better. There were more people I knew and the venue was closer to the office. There was even a fellow in a kilt. That makes for a fun evening.
The food was reasonable, the DJ was surprising on account of his age and the music he played, the company delightful. Around 9pm, the developers went to bed. Really. It was as if an inaudible WebCT developers only alarm had gone off; all of them picked up and left. That left behind Support and part of IT. One of the IT fellows was celebrating his birthday as well.
One of my managers started to dance. I was thoroughly entertained. There was plenty of video footage to take and I did. They shall entertain me forever.
I had to drop some people (including my date, who is a co-worker not invited to the party on account of the fact that she is not a full time employee of the company which is silly if you think about it) off at the office and pick up my stuff, so I did. With my manager's vehicle. My manager had promised himself he wouldn't drink. Fat chance.
The rest of us went to a place called 'lucy mae brown' (in lower-case as per their signage) and had a good time there. Having made the bar-folks richer for the evening, we left around 2am, only to go to a Chinese restaurant on Davie and Granville known for its good-food-when-drunk reputation. I think most of the lot sobered up there. The only thing that got to me was their incessant tearing apart of other people at work. It was ad hominem at its very best. Alcohol sure does bring out the best in everyone. I resisted the urge to go for a walk on account of the entertaining stories and the cold outside.
Food done, a couple of them walked home, I drove a couple more to their car, left a few to get a ride off someone else. Got close to home, had a disagreement with my manager on how I was to get home. He woke his parents to drive me home. At 4 in the morning. Needless to say, I was not pleased. Got home safe. Went to bed at 5. Was woken by the alarm for Whistler at 5:25am. Didn't end up going there.
The crowd at the Christmas party. The god father sitting out back looking very serious. Dave showing off his pearly whites. The rest of them are just milling about.
The food was reasonable, the DJ was surprising on account of his age and the music he played, the company delightful. Around 9pm, the developers went to bed. Really. It was as if an inaudible WebCT developers only alarm had gone off; all of them picked up and left. That left behind Support and part of IT. One of the IT fellows was celebrating his birthday as well.
One of my managers started to dance. I was thoroughly entertained. There was plenty of video footage to take and I did. They shall entertain me forever.
I had to drop some people (including my date, who is a co-worker not invited to the party on account of the fact that she is not a full time employee of the company which is silly if you think about it) off at the office and pick up my stuff, so I did. With my manager's vehicle. My manager had promised himself he wouldn't drink. Fat chance.
The rest of us went to a place called 'lucy mae brown' (in lower-case as per their signage) and had a good time there. Having made the bar-folks richer for the evening, we left around 2am, only to go to a Chinese restaurant on Davie and Granville known for its good-food-when-drunk reputation. I think most of the lot sobered up there. The only thing that got to me was their incessant tearing apart of other people at work. It was ad hominem at its very best. Alcohol sure does bring out the best in everyone. I resisted the urge to go for a walk on account of the entertaining stories and the cold outside.
Food done, a couple of them walked home, I drove a couple more to their car, left a few to get a ride off someone else. Got close to home, had a disagreement with my manager on how I was to get home. He woke his parents to drive me home. At 4 in the morning. Needless to say, I was not pleased. Got home safe. Went to bed at 5. Was woken by the alarm for Whistler at 5:25am. Didn't end up going there.
The crowd at the Christmas party. The god father sitting out back looking very serious. Dave showing off his pearly whites. The rest of them are just milling about.
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