I'm humbly apologetic about my laziness to feed you with some Granola goodness. I know I have disappointed my nonexistent readers, and I will try to make amends. In contrary to the lack of new posts on this blog, the time since the past post has been very eventful.
Back in mid-December, I attended my first holiday party at the new company. As opposed to the dowdy place that I formerly called home-away-from-home, this company is a bit more of a lush. This is a bad thing for someone like myself, giving me many opportunities to create embarrassing photo opportunities. Little did I realize in my drunken haze that the flashes I kept on seeing throughout the night was a camera aimed at me and my peeps.
The party was at Union Station, and yes, it is that one with trains and all. To go with the art deco architecture, the company came up with the Speakeasy theme, which called for a dress code that harks back to 1920's. Except nobody on my team dressed up, and neither did I. Laziness aside, our group still had plenty of things to talk about at the office the next business day. For one thing, if there was any question about some of our sexual identities, it was made pretty clear when me and the mo's started dancing together. We made the group proud, as we were the first on the dance floor and the last to leave.
Even though there are many risks of office parties going awry, there were no mortifying incidents to report of. Just lots of things we are sheepishly embarrassed about, with the photos to prove it.
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