Twas the office Crimbo party last night: 3 hours of shouting pleasantly (for once) at people over loud music -- trying to balance the conversational demands of finding non-work topics to discuss with people you mainly only know through work. Thank goodness for that universal middle-class obsession, house prices. And ski-ing holidays. Got back at just before midnight, Febreezed the hell out of our clothes so that the apartment doesn't stink for our viewing this morning, and collapsed into bed. Killer sore throat now, won't be talking at much above a whisper for the rest of the day. God bless IM.
However, I did appreciate working for a long time in an office with what seems like a pretty high turnover of staff: I was able to recycle my 2004 Christmas party top and only a couple of people might have been in a position to remember it. Score!
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