Now that I'm self-employed I miss office Christmas parties

Now that I’m self-employed, I miss it: the work email that used to arrive like a cheery relief in the middle of more ominous subject lines. After “Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Issues” and before “Re: Re: Re: Who else knows?”, it popped in:“The Sports and Social Club Invites you to the ... CHRISTMAS PARTAE!“

It must have been tense sending on the Christmas party email during the boom. Expectations were sky-high. Perk competition was keen as Celtic Tiger Cubs swapped stories.

“ONE NIGHT IN LONDON? – That’s BULLSH*T! Logisticontechsys are bringing their people to Dubai for a WEEK and giving them all gold-plated staplers.”