Various blogs I read (I'd linkity, but then I'd practically install a list of my top 25 blogs here, so it's not really practical) have been reminding us that public intoxication, even in the guise of celebrating the season with your friends at seasonal parties, is a bit gauche. They've also reminded us that public intoxication in the guise of celebrating the season with your co-workers at office sponsored seasonal parties is a Bad Plan. As in Not Wise. As in Just. Plain. Stupid.
I've seen this in person this year. Saturday I mentioned that the office holiday party I went to on Friday night was... a bit exciting. It was a prime example of why allowing yourself to be over-served at your employer's holiday party is a Poor Career Choice. I refrained from saying then that it seemed rather like someone there decided to do a Jerry Springer audition, but the more I ponder it the more that description seems fitting. I'm still blown away by the things she said. I've since learned that the individual in question took her rather alarming behavior out on the town, and did a repeat performance in a local sports bar/restaurant frequented by folks in her employment community and their friends. Another poor career choice -- it took what had been at least confined to a small group of people and made it public. And, unfortunately, what she was saying meant that folks couldn't really separate her stuff from the employer. It showed such a frightening lapse in judgment, that it effectively put her employers on notice that her behavior had the potential to become volatile anywhere.... even, perhaps, in the conference room with a client.... or worse. She really left them no choice.
The moral of this story? If you behave badly enough, even the holiday season won't save your job. And public intoxication can lead you to behave pretty badly.
Now, I realize that this is a season "full of cheer". Some of it is in children's faces. Some of it is in our hearts. But some of it, especially when folks aren't otherwise feeling cheerful, seems to be in liquid form. And the liquid kind seems to be readily available at holiday parties.
I also realize that this season, there are all sorts of things to plague our minds: The big public ones, e.g. The Shrub is working on issuing decrees that bypass the Congress, which decrees will do awful things for the Country; the economy sucks; the transition between presidents will not go smoothly even if both Bush and Obama are genuinely trying to make it happen, because people like Illinois' governor are behaving badly;
and...the smaller personal ones: we will not finish our Holiday Knitting on time because we were, once again, a little unclear on the concepts that there are only 24 hours in a given day and that even if others pick up the slack elsewhere, it is not possible to spend all 24 of them knitting; we're also behind on the gifts we'd decided to try to buy instead of knit this year, because the stores don't seem to want to carry what we want; and the gifts we thought we could buy for less, were more, and our checking account is looking thin.
But as we go forward, taking on more and more liquid cheer to get us past the increasingly obvious facts that plague us, (like the surprise gift that must suddenly be added to the knitted item list that needs to be finished -- more on that later) let's remember to care for our livers and our careers, by keeping our inebriated outbursts confined to the privacy of our own homes, shall we?
And when you've tossed back one too many egg nogs...... lift neither the phone nor the needles. Trust me, you'll thank me in the morning.