I hate my job so much that I don't go to any company events. I can barely stand to look at my co-workers, let alone hang out w/them at a company party.  Honestly, I can only talk to about 5% of the people I work with....roll my eyes at 95% of the rest, wishing I could tell them all to fuck off.

Jesus, imagine what it must be like to be at the one McGowan is at too? (Slurring) "blllllllllacks and llllllllllllllliberals and gay ons and Jewsssssssssssss stole my prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrresent."

It's almost given every year, but it doesn't bother me. People feel like being happy and silly around this time, who am I to stop them? NOte: Saying all that I'll never let anybody drive being drunk.

Thats why I take a DD with me! Of course no one gets too out of hand at our parties. My current work combines with the K-9 SOS because we are their vet and we only have 3 employees. Not to mention that the boss man and the owner of the kennel have been best friends for over 30 years. And Freddie knows how to have a get together. We all met for dinner at a nice restaurant then went to the kennel where we had music, ping pong, poker, satalite tv, a stocked bar and paid bartender, and for those without drivers, paid hotel rooms nearby. A good time was had by all!!!!

Unfortunately a common occurrance at my Christmas parties. Although I work with very nice, college educated people, drinking and over drinking is the norm at such things, and is talked about for the rest of the year in office conversations. " Did you see how wasted so-and-so got and he was talking the whole night with so-and-so?

I think its great to get merry at work during the holiday season, but if you intend on getting paraletically drunk rather than merry, remember this won't be the last time you've got to face your colleagues.

The funniest example of this was a sales guy who trapped our single, young, angelic, blonde secretary in the ladies room, (yes, the ladies room at the office Christmas party) informing her that she needed to make good on her constant flirtatious behavior. I guess you might guess that someone walked into the ladies room a minute or two later (fortunately for Erin, another female) and shouted, "what the hell are you doing in here?!!! " I, of course, missed this Christmas Party (JEEZ!) but I heard all (and I mean ALL) about it the following week. His live-in girlfriend didn't believe it for a long time. The exaggerations of the events and statements were the funniest part of the story, and his apology to Erin (necessarily made publicly) was an absolute scream. And you wonder why companies have curtailed the sharing of the Christmas cheer.

...and yes, you too, could join the ranks of the unemployed come January.

No, that would be dangerous for me. Too much of a chance I'd finally tell my boss exactly what I think of his sorry self. Unfortunately, I still need the job.

Never happened to me or anyone I know but one of my mom's co-workers had a little too much to drink one year and he had to sleep it off in a hotel room.