It's the end of another school term and the inevitability of yet ANOTHER staff night out beckons.
Great! You might think. An excuse to go out, meet up with mates, get drunk, dance, just party the night away! Well... yes, if it was with mates. Infact, however, it's with work colleagues and that means we're dealing with a very different animal.
I'm lucky in that 99% of the people at work I like and get on with. Friendly, polite, funny. I have the greatest boss too, she's just awesome. But do I really genuinely know any of these people? That's the rub. I don't.
Some I do. Those I work closest with I've got to know pretty well. There are some genuinely cool people there who I would - and have - socialise with outside of work-arranged nights out. But most, I can't really get beyond basic chit-chat with. Some are hard work, some I just don't see enough to have those conversations where you do find out more. And the more you get to know someone, the more you decide whether or not you want them in your company outside the work cage.
Tonight, none of those people I honestly do know are out.
I can still talk to the others, sure. But about what? There'll come that awful point in polite conversation where you just run out of things to say. We've all been there. Yes, even you. In this case, we'll have alcohol to divert to and the only chance we'll have of successfully bonding will be as we dance moronically to pap while dosed up on Bacardi Breezer, before formation-vomiting our way toward the kebab house at 3am.
So why the fuck am I going? Why put myself through this? Why don't I just stay in and watch The Shield on DVD which is screaming for my retinas? Why? Why?! WHY?!!!
When someone gives me the answer, I'll let you know.
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