In case anyone cared less what I ended up wearing to the Christmas party, it was a generic My Name Is Earl redneck outfit. Great wig. Stayed til 9.30.
'Why did you leave so early, F-C?', I hear you ask. Well, I'll tell you. I didn't actually know very many people because barely a soul I work with wants to go, and it was too loud to talk.
I have no choice but to go, being in a senior position, but good for those who did come from our bit. They don't want me hanging around though, so I thought I'd make myself scarce. Shame really, cos in the past, I've always enjoyed Christmas parties. Free drink, free food - what's not to like? Okay, it's not all beer and skittles, but it could be worse.
I won't go into my theories on why people don't come for fear of causing offence or discord, but we all know the reasons why, and - in the main - they're not good reasons. The other departments are at full strength and just enjoying themselves. There's no shame in that.
