| Sunday |
| christmas dinner |
I went to my first work christmas dinner a couple of nights ago. I've worked at this clinic as a receptionist for over a year now, and i've missed pretty much every formal occasion. Last year's xmas dinner because i was down at Phillip Island tanning, a couple of farewell drinks throughout the year, and the most recent gathering in which i decided to miss for dinner and karaoke with a few friends. This time, i had to make an appearence despite having a fever and cold.
Initially i was semi nervous with the thought of dining with all mature-aged health professionals; i wouldn't know what to talk to them about, anxious if i landed myself in a seat next to physios from other clinics whom i didn't know, and slightly afraid of sitting next to my managers.
Walking into the semiformal occasion half drenched, i stood in front of my work colleagues for a few good moments scanning. I couldn't recognise them in the dim lighting without my glasses. Rather embrassed after a few seconds, i realised jacinta was staring at me ,confused as to why i just stood there. Wet and flustered, i waddled to a vacant seat next to her, amongst many unfamiliar faces. After a casual and effortless attempt at introducing me to the others, she received a phone call from our manager saying that he'll be late. Really late. Out of politeness, the table of 20 waited for his 2 hour fashionably-late arrival, thus starting dinner at 9:30pm instead of 7:30pm.
The dinner was amazing. Entree being a marinated chicken breast salad, a smoked salmon with semi-dried tomatoes with chips and greens as the main, finished off with a beautiful mouth watering raspberry white chocolate cheese cake. *ugh* so good, so good.
The small talk turned out okay, but i felt slightly restricted when i realised i was stucked in between my manager and my supervisor. The conversations soon ran wild after a little bit of alcohol influence, mainly revolving around the topic of children, sex and rooting - whatever that is. I'm certainly not as innocent as most people think i am, but on the table of mature drunk health professionals who use big words like perineum, i felt clueless. Apparently the gift jacinta received looked like some kind of sex toy, but all i did was stare at it blankly whilst the others giggled. Had no idea.
I'm glad i went. |
posted by sciurine @ 8:21 PM   |
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