I was trying to think of something supportive to say, but all I got is “your mom sounds like an asshole and I hope you buy her something she’ll hate every year”

Service parties of any kind are the wildest I’ve ever been privy to.  The last restaurant my husband worked at had an all-staff happy hour that resulted in multiple arrests and firings the next day.  All before said new restaurant even opened.  I’m glad we skeedaddled early, as neither of us drink, and felt the wheels…

Tom Callahn, Sr? Is that you? Were you planning on marrying Bo Derek?

I slipped my foot out and showed him my point. He left an obscenely high tip. What can I say? I have a great arches.  

Service Christmas Parties are the most terrifying. I’ve had to deal with fistfights, blow everywhere, bartenders run out of the bar by looting waitstaff, a missing dj (getting a blow job from the hostess), and a number of other unsavory nonsense. The owners are usually the worst offenders. 

I’ve been working for a small company for about 7 years now. Our holiday party takes place a week before Christmas and is a half workday followed by a nice staff-only lunch. Afterwards, staff go to a nearby bar and spouses, partners, roommates, and some old staffers show up and party for another couple of hours on the…

When I was in my 20's, I lived in the French Quarter in New Orleans for about four years. I worked soley in the restaurant industry in those days and that is the setting for my Christmas party story. At this time I was a waitress at a very popular, touristy spot on Royal Ave. It was in a beautiful, oft photographed bu…

When you write your memoir, “I Do Wish My Husband’s Boss Hadn’t Seen My Boob” should so be the title.

Do you dance?

Settle in for the story of a bar’s holiday party. If you have never worked at a bar/restaurant, let me just say that the holiday party is usually a complete shit show. Let me preface the story with the fact that I was living with a good friend (A)and his wife (B), also a good friend, and had gotten into a car accident…

I’m not sure it was only the booze exactly, as much as it was wanting attention, even negative. I didn’t know her well enough to call it one way or another. But I do hope she’s doing better. I’m not angry at her, but I do wish my husband’s boss hadn’t seen my boob. It’s a bit odd. 

Holiday parties are tough for me because my parents were killed driving back from their holiday party.

My mom does not like me, to put it mildly, and has always given me really shitty passive aggressive gifts. Shirts three sizes too big, tweed blazers when I was a 14 year old New Wave kid, etc. The Christmas my brother brought his fiancée to meet us, my mom gave her 3 cashmere sweaters, and somevery thoughtful stuff…

Many years ago I worked for a personal injury lawfirm that relied on heavy advertising to get business (typical ambulance chaser BS).

It was because of stuff that happened at the party, although that also means that most of the people participating in that meeting were tipsy to hammered including the bosses.

Wow. Jesus didn’t cure her, your boss did!

Holy shit I would want to murder whoever was in charge of that party if I were either an employee of their company or one of your bosses. Who decides the best time to conduct business is directly after holiday festivities? Are they Marlon Brando in the Godfather?

A former boss used to host the annual holiday party at the country club she belonged to, and it included an open bar. I harboured a lot of resentment towards management at that job and would take it out by consuming as much alcohol as I could in that three hour timespan. The evening started out with the bar staff…

A colleague died at our holiday party. Major coronary on the dance floor. 

We host other company’s holiday parties this time of year at my work. Some are great, others are messy, but only one ever spawned a 2+ hour post-party employee meeting (their company, not ours). My bosses let us clock out but were apparently up past 2 am waiting for folks to wrap up and leave.