I know that The Best Friend will shake his head in disappointment over the sentiments I am about to express re. office Christmas party, but I feel that I must, lest my payload of bitterness poison me slowly from within.
Venue: Casino Lac Leamy.
Much ado is made about this establishment - once again, I fail to see why. Perhaps I lack the gene that would enable me to appreciate The Casino. I prefer to think that I've evolved to the point where I (unlike some of my coworkers) can see The Casino for what it is: a lame-ass cover of other, cooler casinos. It's the dumbed down, No-Name version of a better casino. It's small. It's hokey. It's in Hull (I mean GATINEAU), fa chrissakes! If the Casino Lac Leamy were likened to canned goods, it would be in the Reduced for Clearance bin at your local discount foodmart. It would be dented and missing its label. It would be flakes of ham or potted meat and it would be tainted with a virulent strain of botulism. That's all I have to say about that.
Food/Drink:
Buffet/not enough. The buffet was overpriced (yes, we had to pay for our own food - God bless us, everyone) compared to the quality and quantity on offer. That, and it closed 1/2 hour after our party arrived. Between hasty mouthfuls of muculent meatballs and pallid paella (yay, alliteration!), I swilled as many gin and tonics as humanly possible. Despite my best efforts, it wasn't enough.
Activities:
"Fun hat exchange" and gambling.
Oh. Dear. Jesus.
People:
Numbers never lie. There are 60+ souls in my Branch. 30 or less made the trek to the much-vaunted Casino. I carpooled with a fun bunch from my section - it was the company that made the whole affair palatable.
Soooooo...clearly another coup for Old Man Christmas. Big ups to the Social Committee for their stellar party planning skills and to Senior Management for having the balls to make us pay for everything. You couldn't be more money if you tried.
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