My Christmas Turkey

Last night was our big Christmas party. Here's the scene: I work for the Museum Board of our state. They operate several museums and cultural organisations. Every year they throw an 'End of year Celebration' this year, it happened to be at my campus. The theme was Bollywood, to tie in with a painfully annoying exhibition that we are hosting here at the moment.

Think 400 people, a marquee, a bbq, a Bollywood dj, unlimited drinks and all this in the courtyard at the back of our museum which is smack in the middle of Melbourne's city district.

Ok, so that's the scene. Now, fast forward to me after having quite a few champagnes (cheap champagne) and all of a sudden i had all the confidence in the world. I would get talking to people about work, and all that my brain wanted to communicate was how much i hated this person, or that person and who was gay and who was straight. (Working in a Museum environment firstly means that there are about 5 women to every 1 man, secondly for that 1 man there are 5 gay men to every straight one).

The evening turned to night and i decided i had better take myself home. I managed to get 5 hours sleep, a massive headache and now i'm back at work again today. I will post some photos after the weekend once everyone has emailed around their copies.

You just have to love a Christmas Party!



Oh and i have to comment on the last post - i have a story of easy money as well.
Last week i signed an invoice for $900 to have a fridge in the caterer's kitchen serviced. He was there for about 45 minutes. $900 for 45 minutes. $900 for 45 minutes. $900 for 45 minutes. Not bad. Not bad at all. It wasn't even for parts! Just labour!