Party Pooper

So the festive season is finally over and I, for one, am a happy camper. As far as I’m concerned January, the month of cheap shoes, cheap lingerie and presents for me, is great. My poor little party feet can slip into the new footbath my cousin bought me, my little black dress can go back in my wardrobe for another couple of months and I can do what I do best - return all the presents I didn’t want and replace them with the things I did. Christmas is such a tough time of year for the girl about town - too many parties and too many presents. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike the festive period… I just find it’s all way too much. Like carbohydrates, it leaves me bloated. Thankfully, I have no office party to suffer this year, and boy am I glad. From past experience, and what my girlfriends tell me, I’m not missing much.

The thing is, and I’m sure anyone who’s ever been to an office Christmas party will agree, they’re universally awful. The company invest a large chunk of cash to give the staff a good time and it always ends up in farce. There’s always one person who decides that their sole mission for the night is to get the boss to notice them. They push you out of the way at the bar, they steal your jokes. Even worse, they choose to wear better shoes, all so they can spend the evening brown-nosing the senior partners. If it’s not that, then there’s someone determined to go out of the office in a blaze of glory. Tanked up on cheap booze, they stagger about staring at your breasts and desperately trying to grope your bum while you spend most of your evening trying (unsuccessfully) to find a gallant knight to protect you. Never let it be said that Christmas parties are places for romance to blossom - if anything they are the death-knell for love and the harbinger of lust. Of course, for the moderate fun lovers amongst the throngs, i.e. me, there’s very little to do except watch in awe as your colleagues make fools of themselves while you try and pick at the mass-produced food ineptly served by spotty students with holiday jobs, before you disappear early into the ether.

So, I’m thankful it’s over. And now, I’m going to take my tired little body out into the cold, replace all those laddered tights, and shop my way to a happy new year. Au revoir xmas... glad you only come once a year.

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