Heather R. Breaux BLOG
OFFICE PARTIES: Getting to know your co-workers
My newsroom buddy Shonna Riggs and I were the first from the Herald-Guide to arrive at our editorial director’s house for the holiday event.
Initially, we felt a little nervous being crowned the infamous “early birds,” but the uncomfortable tension subsided when others started filing in.
I followed the path that led through the house and to the outdoor bar and had my first drink of the night - a plastic green cup filled to the brim with rum and cola made by my publisher.
I’ve always been advised that you should bag the booze at after-hours office events because alcohol clouds judgement, but I needed something to shudder the nerves away and an agreeable drink seemed to do the trick.
Since most company party horror stories begin at the bar, I made sure to switch to a spirit with a lower alcohol content level after that first drink.
I clearly didn’t want to be spotted performing any regrettable impressions or risky song and dance routines.
Instead I mingled with with co-workers from other departments and with those who flew in especially for the party from our out-of-state offices.
I sampled several of the delicious appetizers and dishes like shrimp salad with remoulade sauce, stuffed mushrooms, artichoke balls and roasted turkey.
I heard jokes like, “Hey, you’re that girl from the paper who tells everyone what to do - ya know, in the ‘What’s Happening’ section!”
I laughed the first few times, but really could have done without the “I see dead people” puns aimed at last week’s column that were quite reminiscent of the movie The Sixth Sense - just leave me and my angels alone, people!
The mingling and dinner was a major part of the evening, but the party really kicked up a knotch when the Love Thy Co-worker game began.
From a ceramic coffee mug, each person had to pull out a small piece of paper with the name of an animal on it.
You then had to act out the animal’s behavior to find your partner and get to know that person in order to ace a quiz that would follow later in the night.
For example, my animal was turtle, so I had to move like a turtle in order for my partner to find me.
Needless to say, I was the only one doing the super-cool shell shuffle. No one else had drawn a turtle, so I was allowed to pick again.
This time I pulled the slip of paper that partnered me up with Desiree Lewis, Louisiana Publishing’s production manager.
We were both thrilled to be matched up with someone that we worked with on a daily basis and not some out-of-towner, and immediately began getting to know each other better.
I learned that Desi’s favorite color is red, she is the proud mother of two children, has been married for seven years and attended the University of New Orleans.
Long story short, Desi and I should have known that we had this one in the bag from the getgo.
It was a close race, but we came in second place and both won an iPod Nano.
All in all, the party was a great way to pass a good time and I was happy that I was able to attend.
I would like to say thank you to the company for throwing such a snazy shindig and for always treating their employees with unending generosity.
But more importantly, I’d like to say thank you to the person who hid the karokee machine.
You’ll never know how many embarrassing moments and reputations you have saved - until next year, bottoms up!
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