since loads of people had their work do's last night I thought it would be a good time to have an embarrasing stories thread from christmas parties..
Last night I was sat opposite the director that didn't want me to have the job because I had fairly ridiculous hair at the time, and next to one of the other old guys in the office (80% of my office is aged under 26), so basically the worst seat in the house
Proceeded to get absolutely wasted and then the director, whom we all think is a closet homosexual because he has incredibly well manicured nails, is a wine buff and sings in a choir, starts asking me about being gay in oxford and whether the scene is good, which was excruciatingly embarrasing, trying to explain why I didn't have a boyfriend
.
Then I went into some rant about how I wish the firm was based in London, and then backpedaled saying Oxford was the best of both worlds, only and hour and a half from London
Then he told me that it was him that had given me my secret santa gift, which was a banana shaped thong
THEN in my drunken state I told one of the senior consultants that when he was sniffing his cigar which he'd been given for secret santa I thought he'd been snorting poppers (WHY? Why would I say that????) and then then both him and the director I was sitting with proceeded to ask whether I had any poppers, which I admitted to
, and then they both wanted to have some, and sure enough, I had some in my bag (don't ask!)...
So at my christmas party I ended up doing poppers with my boss and one of the senior consultants

Last night I was sat opposite the director that didn't want me to have the job because I had fairly ridiculous hair at the time, and next to one of the other old guys in the office (80% of my office is aged under 26), so basically the worst seat in the house
Proceeded to get absolutely wasted and then the director, whom we all think is a closet homosexual because he has incredibly well manicured nails, is a wine buff and sings in a choir, starts asking me about being gay in oxford and whether the scene is good, which was excruciatingly embarrasing, trying to explain why I didn't have a boyfriend

Then I went into some rant about how I wish the firm was based in London, and then backpedaled saying Oxford was the best of both worlds, only and hour and a half from London
Then he told me that it was him that had given me my secret santa gift, which was a banana shaped thong




THEN in my drunken state I told one of the senior consultants that when he was sniffing his cigar which he'd been given for secret santa I thought he'd been snorting poppers (WHY? Why would I say that????) and then then both him and the director I was sitting with proceeded to ask whether I had any poppers, which I admitted to
, and then they both wanted to have some, and sure enough, I had some in my bag (don't ask!)...
So at my christmas party I ended up doing poppers with my boss and one of the senior consultants


