A year of really hard work, not that people get appreciated most of the time in a crazy busy office, we all need time to relax and enjoy. That is what weekends are for, this according to my cousin sister who is all but 10 years old.
"Ding" goes my inbox , "You have received a new mail", "God damn it, must be more work, Fuck did I miss something", rings around in my head. Bloody hell , that too on a thursday,
"Time to rock and roll guys, our Marketing party is on Friday at xyz place"
Its time to gangnam style , is all going on in my mind now.
Yes the annual marketing party was all set recently, a huge event with all the big honchos from our department were to com and have a crazy night of fun.
A night to relax, forget about the brand, work, sales and obviously owning people in the office because the office is not a place where people work, rather its a dog eat tiger world, where we are just trying to save our asses and pass the buck around but lets not dwell on that, not tonight.
The party was set for a friday evening, as pre parties go, everyone was given something to do, this was a marketing party so no other teams were involved, just the marketing guys and girls, which were just a handful of women, not too many of them sadly.
Not one soul was working that day, even my boss was taking it easy, too easy even for him (relatively cool guy, does not get flustered or freak out at the madness that occurs in the office), he and a few others were planning on the games that were to take place on that day, while me and manish (bro in office) weren't even asked about the party let alone given menial jobs, which were passed on to others.
So no one was working for the company but rather for the party, come evening everything gets into place,party was to start from 8:30, Manish ran home to feed his dogs and left me here to deal with a colleague who was going crazy as she needed a few large posters printed, she wakes up suddenly at 7 PM and asks me to get the prints, which normally does happen in our office but as fate would have it, the printer was fucking broke on this day, "Shit fuck" I think to myself, she goes ballistic and asks me to go to some random seedy cyber cafe, "I am so not doing that, fuck it"
So I don't go to the place, sit idle , hidden away from the look of most people, get a couple of color prints which are smaller than the required size, go up to her and say "No prints, no cafe's open, what can we do?", she looks up and is flustered, calls a couple of people up but to no avail,
TA-Fucking-DA, lady, I got a couple of color prints, not the correct size and she is so happy like she just got promoted "Thanks a ton", smile and I walk away like a champion, she runs off to the party since she has the posters and the music , yes Gangnam Style was in the playlist, of course I provided it and yes I did dance to it but that is coming up later.
Walking back up to my floor, I see a couple of my colleagues waiting to go to the party, since a female Neha is present we decide to all go together, so while we are using the lift to leave the offce, Neha suddenly goes and walks towards a chinese stall, since her superior suddenly requires us to get like 20 plates of chicken momo's, while she already is carrying a ton of vege fried stuff , she now has to go and get this, while she did order this before hand when we did reach the eatery, they still are making it and are trying to pack it, 20 more minutes pass and its 9 PM.
Phones start ringing and people start shouting as to where the fuck am I, well only my friends from the office call but nevertheless you need the bonbon at the party, getting a cab from office at night is another issue with them bastards refusing to take you anywhere, we finally get a cab with the four of us stuffing inside and somehow reaching the destination, late and we enter the flat where the party is being held at 9:30 PM, as soon as I enter my super boss looks at me and goes
"Tu yahaan bhi time mein nahin pahuch sakta?"
Bloody hell, I was late for the food not because I did not want to be late,
"Sir, I had to get this food, nahin toh main late nahin hota"
But no one cared that we were late, got the food just in time, Now I am hungry as fuck and I need to eat something, so I wander about and see one plate with a few chicken kababs, randomly I pick it up, stuff my face with it and then see whose plate it was
It was the CEO's, bloody hell, "I am so getting fired in the morning", I think but then maybe he did not see me, slowly I slip away and sneak into the kitchen where now I start stuffing myself with a lot of chicken products, (yay) drums of heaven , fucking owned the place and then the games started, hosted by my boss, get in!
Stay tuned for part 2 of THE PARTY.......
