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Every year, Sainsbury's throws a free Chris**tmas lunch for all its' employees. That's a free three course meal and free booze for an hour and 15 minutes. Now, I didn't go las**t year because I was only a part timer and wasn't in work that particular day. However, this year - as I'm now a full timer - I DID go. I s**tarted work at 10am, and I wasn't particularly keen on going to the dinner as I'm not that friendly with many other people there, but Mike (my supervisor) and Steve (my partner in crime on frozen foods) convinced me I should go.
So we all sit down at around mid-day, and prawn cocktails and slices of melon are plonked down in front of us. After Mike's comments regarding what the melon and cramberry sauce looked like, none of us ate our s**tarters... and jus**t attacked the booze. We couldn't see any lager or cider - which is what I usually drink - so we all grabbed a bottle of white wine... each. We'd finished off two bottles by the time the main course arrived. Mike continued to make comments - this time regarding a wedge of s**tuffing and some cramberry jelly - but we all told him to feck off and continued eating and polishing of loads more wine. By 12:30, the three of us had drank five bottles of white wine between us and were now on the red wine.
After more drinks, and some Chris**tmas pudding - which I can't s**tand, but I was so was**ted I ate a whole plate full - it came to 1:15pm and we all clocked back in... totally drunk. After a few minutes of mucking around in the warehouse, we all s**taggered onto the shop floor. Mike completely disappeared, and me and Steve went to checkouts; Steve opened up a checkout and s**tarted serving, and I went on his checkout and s**tarted packing bags. After a few minutes I got bored so I wandered off and went back to my frozen food aisle, and after that it gets hazy.
I can remember talking to cus**tomers - though what I said I have no idea; I might have proposed or made death threats, I have no idea - then I can remember needing to go to the loo so I s**tagged back into the warehouse, sat on the toilet and passed out. Then I remember waking up and jus**t vomiting. Everywhere. And vomiting everywhere again.
Apparently, it took some s**taff an hour to figure out who was in the cubicle and get me out... then another half hour to persuade me to tell them where I lived so they could take me home. Then I remember this guy Luke walking me home and getting me home at around 4pm, at which point I passed out. Then I woke up at around 9:30 and vomited again. Then passed out again.
Of course being a full timer means I'm in work almos**t every day... and today I had to be in at 10am again. I woke up at 8:30, and my firs**t thought was that I remembered vomiting all over my shoes and that they'd need cleaning. But it turned out my mum had cleaned them. I got to work - looking and smelling like sh*t - a few minutes early, and throughout the entire day I've been gagging and telling people to talk quieter or go away altogether. One bint off of the Pharmacy even said "You deserve a hangover! You're not getting any sympathy from me!" and I told her to shut up and that I didn't want her sympathy... I wanted to sleep!
Also, Steve was apparently told to go home because he was so rat-ar$ed, at which point he s**tood up on a checkout chair and was repeatedly shouting "TA-RAAAAAA!!!" to cus**tomers at the top of his voice. Also, the mys**tery of why there was a flourescent orange coat - the kind the back-door s**taff wear at work - was on my sofa was explained to me: apprently, I wore it home.
So overall, I've learned that Sainsbury's Chris**tmas Dinners are evil. And mixing red wine with white wine is s**tupid.
The end.
So we all sit down at around mid-day, and prawn cocktails and slices of melon are plonked down in front of us. After Mike's comments regarding what the melon and cramberry sauce looked like, none of us ate our s**tarters... and jus**t attacked the booze. We couldn't see any lager or cider - which is what I usually drink - so we all grabbed a bottle of white wine... each. We'd finished off two bottles by the time the main course arrived. Mike continued to make comments - this time regarding a wedge of s**tuffing and some cramberry jelly - but we all told him to feck off and continued eating and polishing of loads more wine. By 12:30, the three of us had drank five bottles of white wine between us and were now on the red wine.
After more drinks, and some Chris**tmas pudding - which I can't s**tand, but I was so was**ted I ate a whole plate full - it came to 1:15pm and we all clocked back in... totally drunk. After a few minutes of mucking around in the warehouse, we all s**taggered onto the shop floor. Mike completely disappeared, and me and Steve went to checkouts; Steve opened up a checkout and s**tarted serving, and I went on his checkout and s**tarted packing bags. After a few minutes I got bored so I wandered off and went back to my frozen food aisle, and after that it gets hazy.
I can remember talking to cus**tomers - though what I said I have no idea; I might have proposed or made death threats, I have no idea - then I can remember needing to go to the loo so I s**tagged back into the warehouse, sat on the toilet and passed out. Then I remember waking up and jus**t vomiting. Everywhere. And vomiting everywhere again.
Apparently, it took some s**taff an hour to figure out who was in the cubicle and get me out... then another half hour to persuade me to tell them where I lived so they could take me home. Then I remember this guy Luke walking me home and getting me home at around 4pm, at which point I passed out. Then I woke up at around 9:30 and vomited again. Then passed out again.
Of course being a full timer means I'm in work almos**t every day... and today I had to be in at 10am again. I woke up at 8:30, and my firs**t thought was that I remembered vomiting all over my shoes and that they'd need cleaning. But it turned out my mum had cleaned them. I got to work - looking and smelling like sh*t - a few minutes early, and throughout the entire day I've been gagging and telling people to talk quieter or go away altogether. One bint off of the Pharmacy even said "You deserve a hangover! You're not getting any sympathy from me!" and I told her to shut up and that I didn't want her sympathy... I wanted to sleep!
Also, Steve was apparently told to go home because he was so rat-ar$ed, at which point he s**tood up on a checkout chair and was repeatedly shouting "TA-RAAAAAA!!!" to cus**tomers at the top of his voice. Also, the mys**tery of why there was a flourescent orange coat - the kind the back-door s**taff wear at work - was on my sofa was explained to me: apprently, I wore it home.
So overall, I've learned that Sainsbury's Chris**tmas Dinners are evil. And mixing red wine with white wine is s**tupid.
The end.
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r u having a whole store party? i got mine tomorrow im so excited!
The Christmas lunch is supposed to be just that; a Christmas lunch. We have our own department Christmas parties on various evenings; parties where if we want to get drunk and throw up in toilets, we can. Although I do agree that providing seemingly unlimited amounts of alcohol to staff during work hours is kinda stupid... even more so when you take into consideration that apparently similar goings on occured last year too.
How amusing, But it shows how idiotic some superstore companys can be.
I mean come on, Providing Alcohol/Party/Food during work hours! It's so obvious everyone would get out of their heads. T'would of been better to have a party at night when no-ones at work.
Humph.
In the meantime - The Wickes christmas party is soon, YAY!
I mean come on, Providing Alcohol/Party/Food during work hours! It's so obvious everyone would get out of their heads. T'would of been better to have a party at night when no-ones at work.
Humph.
In the meantime - The Wickes christmas party is soon, YAY!
All day yesterday and all day today everyone at work has been calling me "Marko the Pi$$head" and "Marky Pi$$y-Ar$e".
Oh, and I managed to avoid making up my hours... though obviously they'll short-time me and not pay me for those hours. But I'm beyond caring.
Oh, and I managed to avoid making up my hours... though obviously they'll short-time me and not pay me for those hours. But I'm beyond caring.
ROFLOL! Funniest thread ever. You pikey Pi$$head! haha!
I..also work at sainsburys..unfortunatly not with DM...i didn't go to the christmas dinner cos i was at college, i swear the people who went had to pay and i heard no stories about ppl getting drunk! borrring!
We had a checkout christmas meal the other week (yes thats right..i work on checkouts)..every body was drunk especially my best mate! She stayed at mine that night and was sick all over my door step..quite literatly! We got the whole work party on Saturday night and as its pay day tomorrow i gotta go shopping for my knockout dress! lol..Drinking begins down the pub at 4pm and will continue until either I pass out or it gets to midnight and in which case my current play thing will take me home! I'm hoping i pass out first-jokes!
We had a checkout christmas meal the other week (yes thats right..i work on checkouts)..every body was drunk especially my best mate! She stayed at mine that night and was sick all over my door step..quite literatly! We got the whole work party on Saturday night and as its pay day tomorrow i gotta go shopping for my knockout dress! lol..Drinking begins down the pub at 4pm and will continue until either I pass out or it gets to midnight and in which case my current play thing will take me home! I'm hoping i pass out first-jokes!
They're having the night-time shift party right this minute. My mum has told my brother that if he does what I did, he's dead.
Oh, and there's the checkouts Christmas party on Sunday, which I'm not going to because it's my one day off and working with a hangover isn't nice.
Oh, and there's the checkouts Christmas party on Sunday, which I'm not going to because it's my one day off and working with a hangover isn't nice.
What a stupid time to have a staff party - during work hours LOL!
Great fot the staff mind :D
Great fot the staff mind :D
Barry cleaned up my puke, and they gave him a £5 gift voucher.
Sinsburys brought it on themselves by allowing so much alcohol to be consumed in such a short space of time...I feel sorry for the bog cleaners...
No wait!
I don't :D
No wait!
I don't :D
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