Instead, it was a couple hundred people in suits. Very little red and white apart from the random flags draped here and there. The Ambassador opened with a speech about Canada's role in the world, which, under Stephen Harper, was only okay. There was no BBQ, there were no fireworks, and the Canadian national anthem, led by the Ambassador, was butchered. There was no casual and informal conversation - instead, it was purely networking and talking about this or that diplomatic initiative/success. One rule of mine is to NEVER bring work to a social function; here, the name of the game WAS work. Still, I was determined to talk to people I'd never met and maybe hear about their lives outside of work. The only problem was that any attempt to mingle among diplomats was met by 'Oh, you're an intern? How nice.'
I ended up standing in the corner among the other Canadian interns, musing about how it was the weirdest and most uncomfortable Canada Day party we'd ever been to. We ducked out when the complimentary drinks depleted, went to McDonald's (to make up for lack of BBQ) and then to MuseumsQuartier to enjoy the evening with friends and away from work. And then we had to go to work the next day (we also had to work Canada Day).
The only saving grace of that Canada Day was free drinks, relatively okay live music, and eventually an hour or two with friends away from networking crap. I hope I never experience so lame of a Canada Day as long as I live."
"I had the misfortune of attending a work Christmas party where we were fed some 'banquet spiced chicken' (if you've ever been to any catered conference ever, you know what I'm talking about) which wasn't cooked all the way through and nearly immediately made me ill.
This would have been fine if we weren't forced to watch a corporate video for 45 minutes. I was at the front, and there was a weird 'you probably shouldn't leave right now' energy.
My stomach sounded like Bobby McFerrin singing underwater."
"I went to a new co-worker's house party where she ordered food and drinks only for herself and 'her friends,' telling everyone else there was nothing in the house to eat. We later found out that the cupboards had been filled with snacks that very evening, but the host didn't think the guests should be allowed to have any. Not just that, she took another co-worker home early from work to buy these snacks from the grocery store, even asking her to contribute to the cost, but once the party started there was no mention of any of that food.
Most people at the party didn't know each other really well, yet we were made to play some random card game where you get points based on knowing each other's deepest fears and ambitions. It got awkward fast.
A few hours into this, a giant pizza arrived, and one co-worker picked up a slice and she was told, 'Um, that's for us' (host and her friends), leaving the rest of the party to order food for themselves. I should add here that she spent the whole week urging people to attend this party, giving up their Friday night to be at her place
Horrible, to say the least. The host even suggested that if guests wanted to drink, they could contribute per drink consumed from her bottles, even though no one was told we had to bring our own. Where I'm from, you either let your guests know they BYOB or it's understood that they are allowed to drink and eat from bottles and plates of food you've placed in front of them."
"I was invited to a sleepover in high school. The girl was a bit bratty, but she lived in this huge lakefront house and everyone wanted to go because they wanted to sleep in her mom's mansion.
This sleepover party turned into a rich kid brag-fest. She wouldn't let any of us touch anything she owned because it was hers. She showed off her birthday present - a tanning bed. Someone mentioned that we should watch a movie. We all agreed to watch something but she put her foot down and said we were watching a musical she wanted to watch or we could go home.
Her mom ordered pizzas for us and had bought adult beverages (we were all in the 14-16 age range). The girl dictated that we were to only have two pieces each because she 'didn't want fat friends.'
Some of the girls were bored with the movie, so we decided to do manicures instead. That's when things started to take a turn for the worse, and it all came to a peak once we started playing Truth or Dare.
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