So here's the picture of the fugly dress I wore to the company party. It's black velvet and very boring.
We got there about 10 minutes late, which normally I stress about, but strangely I was beyond caring about that night. We all were handed envelopes with drink coupons in them and raffle tickets. I suppose it's a good idea to limit the amount of drinking at a company thing. We got this picture taken and said hello to the people I knew as we scouted out a table.
We ended up sitting with a couple of the HR girls, another admin and an employee from our logistics company and their guests. Bill was sitting next to a lady in her 60s who was the employees guest and supposed designated driver. We watched as that lady packed away at least 4 drinks in 2 hours. She was really kind of funny and a little sad. She was flirting with Bill and stealing sips from her friends drinks when she wasn't looking. I hope they took a taxi home.
The food was really very good and the room was decorated very nicely. I felt a little uncomfortable mingling with the executives, their spouses & guests and the employees from the other company that we administrate. Most people were 50 or in that range, so there was a little bit of an age gap. When the DJ started up the dance floor there were dozens of "deer in the headlight" looks in the room. Who in their right mind goes out and shakes their booty when they have to drag said booty into work on monday and be all professional?! Not me! I know better than that. In fact my big boss asked if I had stayed to dance and I made the excuse that I dance like an epileptic frog and had decided not to committ professional suicide by dancing.
I suppose in the long run being all bent out of shape about what to wear was more energy wasted than it was worth.
