When I have a worsening of an ulcer, then I get angry, harmful, start to drivel and talk about personal. So today we have the evening of memories.
The corporate culture of modern business, and indeed any of today's enterprise - a direct descendant scoop. So it is no surprise that I was never drawn to sit at a table with co-workers. Scoop, I never liked.
At his first job at the hospital, I was the only man surrounded by aunts pre-retirement and retirement age. Therefore invited to celebrate our immediate superior, who is also nachmed - sometimes useful to work in that the support department as medstatistika, it ensures the proximity to the body of the chief.
For a holiday with her aunt collected nursing services for all sorts of minor alcohol and home cooked victuals. Was purchased salads. It was a natural. In the alcohol soaked lemon. But for nachmeda bought a bottle of vodka. Over time, my contribution to the livelihoods of the hospital was so large that I could add the brandy on the table - in fact, not only nurses, but doctors have been recruited and beautifully printed work qualification. By the time of the celebration, and he began a three- hour day, a cabinet with a key locked from the inside, and on the central table were laid the food. We were real plates and forks. I do not know, my aunt brought them with them or drive on a table occupied by offices, but with plates of problems has never been. Here are the glasses were of various sizes. Even without the glasses and cups, from which we drank tea at the usual time.
If a holiday was a birthday or a female, I wrote poetry and published a postcard (s). Merchandise is awarded at the table already, and they must read aloud. Impressionable old woman, who is still responsible for entering patients in the alphabet book hospital vsplakivala and secretly wiped a tear. And then we started to eat.
Eating aunt shared their impressions about the food. This is not surprising - a team we had a little life, and everyone's mind. So it was easy to say nothing, except for food.
By mid- meal, rake up nachmed. Head of always want to drag all to itself, so that commanders in those days, trying to hide. Nachmed hid us. He first served as titular function, and then came to shake the pile, we. He always makes a toast and we clinked glasses tanks. Aunt drank only way. I did not have time for them and only examined them with interest rapidly reddening face.
When the meal came to an end, my aunt began to gather, and I quickly ran back home.
At the university where I worked as a teacher, we somehow managed to do without these fun corporate parties. Or maybe I was not invited to them. In any event, our department did not differ any special friendships within the team, nor the love of alcohol in each of the warring factions. So the opportunity to drink was in fact only one - the end of Day of the Faculty. I was not interested in the incredible power of employment in this very Day, I'm at the end of the third day just fell from fatigue, and so avoided the latter party.
But in the web-studio, where I came from the university, it was impossible to avoid corporate events. The team was large enough. So each week occurred or birthdays, or some other reason. And then people began to drink and just for no reason.
As a rule, on Friday, at least in the middle of the week table shifted, they exhibited purchase eatables and alcohol, all disposable utensils. People gathered around the table during the entire drinking. Someone came, someone to take leave, someone ended up working and ran up and down with a sandwich and a glass of wine. Boss sponsored by our ' for pisyat ' 300-500 rubles of its. So it was not an empty table. However, especially about food and no one worried. We were all young, and the main thing was get drunk.
However, since to get drunk - this did not work. And the ' catch ' those who did not have, went to the bowling alley or cafe. However, when I came into the office, the catch was not taken. At least, massively. We are at the end of the party pushed the tables, dishes and leftovers swept away in bags and going home.
But more and were less wages, less business boss, fewer staff and longer drinking. The apotheosis was leaving the bowling, when according to witnesses boss ran on all fours, and biting the ankles waitresses. They say it was fun.
After another six months, I went into the flight, and these traditions were only in the memories.
In his office Friday, the holiday traditions of drinking and not start. After all, is the head, and the first couple of years I have had a high turnover rate, combined with my great reluctance to sit at a table with a subordinate. When we became very small, then I let myself relax a little and drink half a glass of champagne to the health of women. But beyond that, things did not go. My people have peace and quiet to go home. Maybe it was one of the reasons that in the end I had no one left in the state. I'm unsociable.
By observing and then for other companies, I noticed that the steeper the corporate, the wider the partying, the worse the relationship within the team. One company every year, celebrating her birthday, so that it was more like a wedding. However, turnover in this company was 80 % per year, the director suffered from paranoia and had a habit of keeping staff in the office until the last, and fire - the first request.
The other day I was invited to celebrate the New Year. At the beginning of the party on the telephone greeting was heard from the founder of Moscow - an enchanting fucked up, I tell you, oil painting. And then they all fell upon the food, which was a lot of good. There were some competitions, the girls adorned in evening gowns. Closer to the middle half of the girls upilas so that crept from all cracks insults and gossip. The atmosphere began to heat up and ignite fireworks around midnight, after which a good half of the room, emptied by the time tables, faded to catch up on the discos of the city. Neither friendship nor unity - anything I felt then that company. But some small sense of loathing left. Silly, is not it?.
I also remember his practice in the school and these incredible booze pedsostava. Recently, a mother described how librarians are drinking - recently took a job in one of the libraries.
In contrast, the better the business, the easier it is all the booze. Maybe, just once to celebrate, have to work?.
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