3. But let’s keep it strictly professional please.
I left a job before Christmas one year, and heard about the ‘party’ from friends there. It was held in January, at the boss’s huge house to save money. He tried to get as many of the younger, gullible/desperate women to attend as possible. When they got there they found he had big ‘arty’ murals of naked women on the walls. He kept mentioning his hot tub loudly, then kicked everyone out at 8:30pm when he got sick of it/realised no-one was going to shag him.
6. Secret Santa is a great way to involve colleagues and build trust, as this (anonymous) office worker found.
There was one time when we did secret Santa before an Xmas do. This guy had been saying this girl needed cheering up so as a secret Santa bought her a dildo! She opened it in front of everyone and just hissed “pathetic” before storming out and leaving the dildo on a table. There was a proper awkward silence for the first hour or so… But then we realised the dildo had gone - no one ever knew what happened to it…
7. But choosing just the right gift for your colleague is tricky.
We had ours in the office and had to provide the food and booze. Someone decided to give it a BBQ theme and so cooked a load of sausages and filled the building with smoke.
It was already rubbish but it got worse when my secret santa gift made me cry. I’m recently single and someone got me a trivia game for couples ‘How well do you know your partner?’ in a little heart-shaped tin. I’m a 29 year old man. It was incredibly embarrassing.
10. Spare a thought for the poor people who have to work at Christmas dos, such as this Redditor.
Then, the fucking fire alarm goes off. I turn off the music, turn up the lights and the bartender and I start asking people to go upstairs and outside. Half of them ignore us until we go up to them specifically and talk to them, and about five people flat out refused to move.
It is at this point that I see water gushing out of a seam in the wall. It is spreading across the floor at an alarming rate. At this point, I stop being polite and tell them that they have to leave, or I will have to call the manager. Eventually they move, but insist on taking their drinks with them. Fine.
I should point out here that this took place at around 11.50pm, and the party had only booked up the basement until 12. So they were only losing out on 10 minutes of time based on something they did in the first place. I have to handle aggressive, rude and nasty drunks, who feel cheated by the fact that we won’t let them dance in an inch of soapy water. The poor darlings.
Eventually, after three people falling down the stairs, eight broken glasses, one injured employee, three bathroom cubicles covered wall to floor with puke, a flooded basement and two women so drunk the taxis won’t take them in their cars, we get everyone out.