The office summer party is like the Red Wedding but with a charity raffle

Office summer party season is here again, an event that blends two fun concepts - summer and parties - with a sphere that is utterly devoid of both fun and sunlight - the modern office.

The counterpoint to the office Christmas party, which at least takes places in the dark evenings so no-one feels weird about being hammered at 8pm, the summer office party is really all about the build-up.

The list is on the wall, who has signed the list, who has not signed the list, has anyone given even one cent of the five euro for the pig on a spit, or is everyone skipping that for a chicken snackbox al fresco at 3am? There is just so much giddy expectation, because deep down everyone is hoping that this goes off like the Red Wedding in Game Of Thrones, only with a charity raffle in the middle of the bloodshed.

Of course, the secret desire of the office drone to revert to some primal form after a few free drinks is the worst nightmare of HR execs everywhere.

Office human resources departments run a tight ship, ensuring that almost no trace of humanity remains in the workplace - vows of silence, chastity and poverty are all in the fine print in your contract - so the summer party is a chance to take your business off site where HR can no longer see you, in much the same way French aristocrats, when devouring rare songbirds, used to place a silk sheet over their head to hide their delicious crime from the eyes of god.

Of course, for the socially awkward among us - and that is about 90% of the population of Ireland - the idea of going out with the ‘work crew’ is in itself hell.

Who came up with the idea - spending time with the people you spend most of your time with anyway, only you’re not getting paid to be around them and you are drinking warm beer and getting food poisoning from an undercooked pig cheek.

Not even the automatons of the accounting department could come up with such dry cruelty.

Then there is the office Iago, sowing seeds of discord and dissent ahead of the big night; are you going, well such-and-such wants to know just in case there’s any awkwardness.

Then off to such-and-such to report the exact opposite of what was said, lighting the fuse on the powder keg of simmering resentment that comes from being stuck in the same grey space with the same grey people for more than a decade.

But in the run-up to the party - a period that spans the two weeks before the date but feels like it actually encompasses your entire life - you were asked so many times by so many people if you were going that eventually you just said yes, yes of course, you will be there, all the while thanking god you have kids so you can cancel plans at the last minute and nobody judges you for it.

In fact, you look even better as they think you are staying home to mind a sick child, as opposed to sitting alone playing Overwatch for ten hours straight.

There comes a stage in life where cancelling plans is the sweetest drug of them all, and cancelling going to the work summer party brings a rush of endorphins that you haven’t felt since Sir Henry’s shut down.

When it comes to the office summer party, it’s probably best to adopt the same policy you did for the company’s manual lifting course, hand hygiene course and alcohol addiction awareness course, and just not bother going.

  • Colm O’Regan is away


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