Tonight is the big night. The night I have been both dreading and looking forward to.
Dreading because I hate large groups of people, I hate drunk people, I hate parties and its even worse watching 200 accountants and publishing people attempt to dance. In fact I'd go so far as to say it's horrifying. It should be filmed and turned into one of those shows "When Accountants Attack!".
Last year it all started well, we all arrived at the Hotel and did that stand around yapping thing until we were shown into the banquet hall and then it descended into chaos. Actually they waited until after the main course but this did mean I got 3 slices of cake instead of just the one. I have to admit it is funny to watch the spectacle totally sober and there is always Monday morning when all the gossip you didn't witness gets brought to life. You know "Debbie in HR went home with Jason in Customer Services, but she's engaged!", I don't actually know Debbie or Jason but I'm compelled to listen, just incase they mention someone I do know.
But imagine me a poor impressionable young girl, about to eat her slice of cake witnessing all the uptight boring finance people slowly turn in to raving 14 year olds. The image of turning around and seeing him, our 50 year old, sliver haired, grumpy head of department gyrating to "Sex Bomb". I haven't been able to look him in the eye all year...