One of the joys of contracting in the private sector is the generous Xmas party. As these photos show,
Friday's party included all kinds of alcohol-inspired hilarity (especially involving the photobooth).
Unlike some, though, I was home at the respectable time of 10pm; stories around the watercooler this morning reminded me why I no longer have the desire, or the capacity, to watch the sun come up whilst marinating my liver in the entire contents of the bar.
But it was a lot of fun - and I got to bust out the gold sequins. Any day you get to wear something that's surely visible from space is a day to give thanks.
Unlike some, though, I was home at the respectable time of 10pm; stories around the watercooler this morning reminded me why I no longer have the desire, or the capacity, to watch the sun come up whilst marinating my liver in the entire contents of the bar.
But it was a lot of fun - and I got to bust out the gold sequins. Any day you get to wear something that's surely visible from space is a day to give thanks.
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