Office Party........

Leaving in thirty minutes.... Could be dangerous! One of the VP's of the company opens up his house/yard/pool to everyone once a year... Year's past, it's been a select group - and I snuck in on the fringe... This year it's open to all us foot soldiers..

Ya gotta love office parties. Lord, the pool. There are many amongst us who shouldn't be seen in a bathing suit. To think, I've always enjoyed daylight savings time.

One mem that sticks out from a past office party. Was hers. She worked at a bigass bank. It was a Christmas office party. Your normal music, dancing, good food, complimentary beverage.

Round 10pm, head dude of bank announces.. "Ok, you've probably all been wondering what's in those envelope on the Christmas tree." (Howinthehell did he get to be president? This was a bank we are talking about, we all KNEW what was in the envelopes.") Turns out, it was assortion of tens, twenties, with several one hundred dollar bills.

Names were drawn, one by one you went to pull the envelope of your choice. I think we got one with three twenties. Been a few years, time fogs. However, next memory not fogged. All had visited the tree - but, there were still some envelopes on the tree.

Head dude announces... "Ok, we still have some envelopes on the tree.. and we've deducted two of them still have one-hundred dollar bills in them. Could I please see a show of hands of the people who picked an envelope that only had ten dollars in it? About six people raised their hand.

Included in the ten-dollar group was head dude's secretary. How do you describe someone that's perfect (you're not), doesn't have time for foot-soliders, "I'll decide exactly when you can get in to see (Mr. Head Dude). Prissy, dressed above her salary (unless she was receiving [givning?] perks we were unaware of. Pretty much a total bitch who was extremely in love with herself. "My time is more important than yours."

Ok, so head dude's bitchy sec was dressed to the max. Heels, dress, frilly white top. Seated roughly thirty feet from the tree. "On the count of three.... ready?.... ONE... TWO... THREEEEEEE!!!" and off they went. Midway thru the race of tellers, security folks, proof operators, loan officers to the tree, head dude's bitchy secretary's heel snags on something. There, right in front of forty of us, her feet flew out from under her... ouch, flat on her back, legs STRAIGHT up in the air for what seemed like a full minute(YES, everything exposed) she laid in the middle of the hall receiving a thunderous collective "HELL YES!" roar from us peons/mates. I think even head dude chuckled.

Hopefully, there will be tales from tonight. Have a safe weekend.