The Dreaded Work Party

I’m hoping this one, tomorrow evening, trumps the rest. I’ve only been to one holiday party with Jim, on a Friday, and he was laid off the following Monday. So much for getting our photo in the mail!

For the past four years a major bank has gotten a hotel ballroom and only invited employees, no spouses. There was food and beverages but since they were stacked up like sardines no-one got near anything. Isn’t it great to spend time with your co-workers when none of you can breathe? Jim stayed 15 minutes every year, then came home to normality.

Now we have a recruiter who placed him at his current place of employment, that is celebrating its tenth year. Luckily it’s less than a mile from here. Jim’s only been there four months and he doesn’t know many people and I know virtually no-one.

I try to make the best of these situations. It’s always good to meet Jim’s co-workers and recruiters. But we usually walk into a room and he gets involved in an intense work discussion with a colleague and I’m on my own.

By Jim’s own admission, he’s a high-functioning nerd, socially, and I agree. He just gets into such intense conversation at dinners/parties (especially ours) that he forgets his guests, or at others’ forgets me.

The few people I’ve met at the company are very nice and we got along well when he signed on. So I’ll let you know how it goes. I know, no politics or religion. I can talk about my blog…. Dee

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