Stop. Stop it NOW!

[caddyman]

At this very moment in the atrium, there is being held a "Big Jubilee Lunch Party". It's a bring your own affair, though you can buy cake and possibly, just possibly a glass of cheap wine. There is a live, or at least half alive band playing some sort of music. Up here, from through the glass a floor up, I can hear the drums (Oh, God the drums, the infernal drums...)and what I take to be the occasional flute. They might be pan pipes, actually. I suspect that were I to look, I should see a bunch of munters playing the sort of crap that got them booted out of the Andes in the first place.

I am against office celebrations on principle.

I am happy enough to go to the pub for celebrations with colleagues from time to time, Christmas, weddings, birthdays, retirements etc, but any attempted social that takes place in the office building is an abomination, full of forced chit chat with people you know little and care for less. You cluster into small groups with the few people you actually know and speak to the smaller number you actually like about how little fun you are having.

So stop it, please just let it end.

The very attempt at jollity at work demeans the purpose and act of going home and enjoying your free time!

Comments

[glassfinger]

I have waxed lyrical about such grim goings-on in the past, so I shall merely say that I had to look up "munters".

[agentinfinity.livejournal.com]

Corporate cake is always a let down in my experience.

We were promised tea and cake when a lump of our colleagues took voluntary redundancy and all that happened is that the area manager (who was retiring) took the opportunity to talk for two hours, in the middle of which was some very naff tiny muffins which tasted of chemicals and failure.

On the glorious first day of the glorious new regime, serco provided buns (or fairy cakes, if you will) with a small corporate logo stuck on top in icing. I didn't have one for fear of choking to death on capitalism, but my colleagues said they were very mediocre.

But we ourselves managed quite a good tea party in a conference room, but it was organised by us plebs and not management.