This is my job. I think.

So, I may have mentioned before that the company I work for is, in a word, crazy. Yes, work itself can be mundane, but between the refrigerators full of beer and the constant parties, I somehow manage to survive. Here’s a glimpse at what the past month-or-so has looked like.

Thurs., Dec. 23

An email was sent across the campus at 10:00 am announcing that the company was closed for the holidays and everyone should head into the fitness center for some fun. We arrived in the fitness center to find the CEO and the Marketing Director dressed as elves and standing on a platform. In front of them was an array of gifts, including Wii’s, cameras, iPods, and even some iPads.

They proceeded to raffle off the prizes, one-by-one, and didn’t stop until they were all gone. Well, they didn’t stop unless the CEO shouted “SOCIAL!”, at which point everyone would raise their beer cans or mimosas in the air, then take a big gulp.

This went on for about 2 hours, until they sent us all home. (Unfortunately, I didn’t win anything.)

Fri., Jan 7

This was the infamous pajama party my department had, which I blogged about the other day. I’m still getting compliments on my amazing pink, furry slipper boots, and there are still bottles of champagne left over in the fridge from that day.

Fri., Jan 14

This was our company’s official holiday party. They didn’t announce the date or the location until the week of the party; they like to make everything a big surprise.

We followed the directions and arrived at an empty office building about 30 minutes from our office. They had shuttles going from the company’s campus to the party location, but Coleman and I decided to drive ourselves, since we don’t drink that much.

Once we arrived, we mingled with my coworkers and ate dinner. One whole side of the room was full of kegs and barrels of mixed drinks. A corner of the room was set up with costumes and a photo booth. Another part had a dance floor and a DJ. The center of the room was full of tables, reserved for beer pong and flippy cup. I thought people were crazy for playing drinking games at a work party.

Until I noticed the COO at one of the flippy cup tables.

“Is there anyone in this company who is over the age of 40?” Coleman asked. I said I didn’t think so.

At the end of the night, everyone’s secret santa gifts were distributed. I bought my secret santa a bottle of Scotch (and still haven’t received a thank you from him, by the way.) My santa gave me a bottle of champagne.

Fri., Jan 28

In November, my department won a contest for donating the most canned goods. As a prize, we were awarded a night out at Howl at the Moon, a dueling piano bar downtown.

So, we all met there after work for some music and drinks. And, for my viewing pleasure, it didn’t take long for people to get crazy!

By the time I left, someone was dancing her heart out (alone), someone else was trying to talk another person on our team into taking her home with him, (that should be fun for HR on Monday!), and even I had managed to commit myself to an inter-office flash mob.

Best of all, the more people drank, the funnier I got. And you know, when I realize that people think I’m funny, I start cracking jokes like nobody’s business. I swear, at one point, I had half of the department circled around me in hysterics. I’m pretty sure that’s when I volunteered for the flash mob. Actually, now that I think of it, I’m almost positive the flash mob was my idea!

And here’s a picture from Friday:

Margaritas, anyone?

Whew! What an exhausting month! Admit it… this company is pretttty sweet, huh?

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