Week 7 - The office Christmas Party
"This week saw me and my
office co-workers go out on Friday evening for the traditional Christmas
party. The party took place in a small but exclusive little
Indian restaurant uptown. The whole affair
was far classier than anything I have ever seen before because the managers
wanted to reward the team for the highest overall
NAV returns our team has ever output. It was all high quality
food and even bottles of real champagne; nothing but the best. I suppose the
top brass are in the business of ensuring that the best talent doesn’t go
looking elsewhere!
The evening was tarnished somewhat after the first course when the “secret
Santa” gifts were handed out. Some immature hooligan got me a
whoopee cushion which, although not
anywhere near as obscene as most of the gifts, was met with the most
enthusiastic response when I opened it, especially from William which I was
happy about. Unfortunately when I demonstrated its use, it turned out to
contain pre-packaged methane gas, which smelt so rotten the whole restaurant
had to be temporarily evacuated. It also left me with an unfortunately
overpowering odour for the rest of the
night. I’m guessing this is why Sharon turned away my advances later on when
the drink started flowing a bit too much.
On
Christmas day I got some better presents though. My parents bought me a new
jet-black blazer and some gold cufflinks with pound
signs on them. I’d picked these out on the advice of the
exclusive jeweller who recommended them. The store was used to dealing with
professionals like me and so I respected their impeccable taste. Hopefully
they will symbolise a successful year ahead!
Merry Christmas everybody and here’s to a strong
and steady financial year ahead."