Yesterday was our end of year party at work. In the same way that the Queen has two birthdays, my work has two end of years - a normal one and a financial one. The financial end of year tends to be more relaxed and more gung-ho, whereas the Christmas one is more formal. It was good though. There was a very nice macroni cheese and caesar salad buffet. And the wine was okay. Terrible gin and tonic. Absolutely shocking.
For various reasons, people at work tend to stick to their departmental groups. I would love to do some office anthropology attempting to understand the group dynamics of each department. It would be like going to observe savage tribes in the Amazon: each one having different taboos, totems and leaders.
I was somewhat subdued earlier in the evening. It is difficult to force yourself to be properly sociable with people with whom you usually only chat to at work. It takes some time to adjust. And you don’t want to just talk about the one thing you have in common, you want to chat about something else but work, but I couldn’t think of anything that would make a satisfyingly even conversational venn diagram.
It was only after I did karaoke that I came to life. I did Sympathy for the Devil, which has some great verses. As ever, I lost my bearings a little upon seeing the actual lyrics for the first time. There’s a line about bringing ‘all your well-earned politesse’ that particularly threw me.
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