I have never worked for a large organisation before.
But my newest attempt at straying far away from teaching finds me tucked into a
tight partition with similar sprawling walls surrounding me. It is just like on
the movies, only more awkward in its lunchroom ‘hellos’ and elevator ‘goodbyes’.
Hence my dilemma: to ‘Christmas party or not to Christmas party’.
From what I have gathered, an office-organised event
only happens once a year. And this is it. I’m thinking if I don’t go, I won’t
be included in any ‘remember whens’ (for the next however long people decide to
talk about that one event instead of the weather). There is free alcohol…but
alcohol-fuelled conversations can be disastrous amongst people you know let
alone making chat-chit with your new ill-common Vitamin D deficient fellow boxed
partitioners. And partners aren’t
invited. I can see myself walking in solo, bee-lining to fill my mouth with
dirty spring rolls and champagne before getting stuck talking to someone whose
name escapes me while having no lifeline. Errrrrrrrr. The possibility of inelegant
discomfort seems endless.
I am the office grinch.
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