We had a bomb drill at work this morning. It involved a tiny flashing blue light which nobody saw, a tannoy announcement which nobody heard and then five minutes of standing in a drafty corridor outside the office. It didn't fill me with confidence.
Have the mother of all hangovers after the work Christmas party last night. We were only supposed to have a certain number of free drinks but then somebody figured out that by fluttering one's eyelids at the barman, one could get more (feminism eh?). I teetered home in the wee hours and have been desperately trying to remember what we all talked about ever since.
So the perfect moment to have to give a one hour presentation about the day job, then. I have no idea how I got through it. At least it wasn't on camera, I suppose. I really am my own worst enemy sometimes.
It's only 4.30pm. Sob.
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Love it. Better than being a temp having to quit before the Xmas party *ahem*. Why are my toes so cold?
Awwww.... just be thankful you get a Christmas do :-P xx
FL - nooo! bad timing... ooh - is your blog closed? I think 'party' is a bit of an overstatement though - 3 small glasses and half a canape was really all it was...
Grace - you don't have one? outrageous! (unless you work in banking!)
We don't have a company Christmas party, either... Our sales team might go to lunch, but no booze. Boo...
Merry Christmas Zuzula!
Merry Christmas Mrs Pop!
Ooohhh Ah! Whoops about the hangover, I have mine tomorrow evening watching Camel Races from a glass room with it's own bar. I am a bit scared, geez I'm thirsty.
Zuzula - I work in local government... Unless you're really really high up, the most you get is a few drinks in the pub... No free drinks, no free food, no afternoon off
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