Having worked for the company for 9 months nearly it was lovely to get an invitation to the staff Christmas ball in the end. Everybody had since we began talked about how much fun this annual affair was.
With their rapid expansions the place was packed to capacity and this year for the first time it was a Ticket Only event.
My ticket was kindly biked to my house by the lovely Kim and I left just before 6pm heading to Evolution in Battersea park.
As I handed in my ticket to the doormen it was like a winter wonderland. Snow machines cascading a flurry of snow in the entranceway with an array of snow covererd trees on all side.
Moving through into the main arena, past the 3 parked Aston Martins (Prizes for the best performers over the past 12 months), there was a central bar on the lower level packed with people from all of the offices. This once a year event the bar is completely free. On the lower floor there was a single bar and 206 tables laid ready for a four course meal.
Up on the mezanine there was a Verve Champagne Bar and a Ski Bar serving shots of spirits.
I met up with so many friendly faces that we have met at all of the brands over the 9 months working there. It was so nice to see them all again.
Dinner was followed by catching up with all of the people I had met and then went upstairs to the Casino where my play chips were soon making me mega chips. Shame that they could not be cashed in at the end of the evening.
I had booked a taxi for 0100 and got home around 0130. Thankfull that I managed to last without getting mega drunk and able to survive the day in a hangover free zone.
Was also lovely to see Gordon once more. Twas a very merry Christmas party. Thanks to all those friendly faces and a huge thank you to Danny for sorting me a ticket.
Merry Christmas
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Neil, whatever you say about the party is an understatement. I want you to imagine a two-storey marquee somewhere in London. Imagine a black ceiling lit by a million tiny lights. Imagine 200 tables set with gleaming glasses, tableware and candles. Imagine Aston Martins, quite literally, hanging in the hallway. Imagine dancers and acrobats and giant video screens and spotlights and *noise*. Imagine a noise of celebration, of acclaim, of accomplishment, of achievement. Imagine 2000 people in evening wear and cocktail bars and champagne bars. Imagine a thousand ladies in glorious ball gowns.
And then imagine the impossible.
Imagine that, as you circulate around the floor, literally hundreds of people, some of whom you barely remember from nine months ago, shout "Hey, how are you?" and then, to your immortal disbelief, tell you that you changed their lives.
However stiff you think your upper lip, I defy you to maintain your emotional equilibrium in the face of such an onslaught. I know that I failed miserably.
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