Hmmm...Red Wine
One of the fun little weekly traditions developed by some of the newbies here at this theatre is the post work happy hour. Not at some oak paneled pub or dive bar, but at a classy wine bar...a brasserie (not brassiere you pervs...). We sit out on the patio in the twilight, drinking shiraz, noshing on bread, baked brie and olives. And the occasional creme brulee.
It started out as just three of us decompressing after a particularly rough day. Now slowly our numbers are climbing. Oddly, most of those joining us are of the administration. It seems weird to vent and unwind in front of the person ultimately responsible for signing our paychecks. But I like to think of it this way: My boss complained of a divide between the artistic staff and the administration. We three have become ambassadors trying to bridge the gap. If nothing else, it is job security. Especially when we discover we are not alone in our feelings towards one individual. Turns out the schism is ultimately his fault.
It started out as just three of us decompressing after a particularly rough day. Now slowly our numbers are climbing. Oddly, most of those joining us are of the administration. It seems weird to vent and unwind in front of the person ultimately responsible for signing our paychecks. But I like to think of it this way: My boss complained of a divide between the artistic staff and the administration. We three have become ambassadors trying to bridge the gap. If nothing else, it is job security. Especially when we discover we are not alone in our feelings towards one individual. Turns out the schism is ultimately his fault.
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3:48 AM
2 Comments:
sounds classy. I wish I could partake. It's a good idea to keep the lines of communication open within the company and this sounds like a nice relaxed open way of doing it.
I don't know if I can comment about it here but - why not? I had a nice dinner and a really cool chat with our new Romania country director which was only slightly awkward for me being that he just fired one of my friends for a drinking incident not his fault by the information I have. It's getting to the point where alcohol is better just avoided all together but what you're describing sounds fun and refreshing.
As for your enchiladas - screw you and your tortillas! I miss tortillas. And margaritas. I plan on making enchiladas here sometime soon and I'll have to roll even the tortillas by hand. One thing about cooking here - you begin to forget about the prepackaged, boxed and frozen alternatives at home because even if you want to use them they're not here. I hope to keep these traditions of cooking from scratch alive when I'm home!
And you all heard about my incident at the Green Mill with the drunken ex-coworker. Alcohol's no excuse for acting like an asshole, but as an adult you should be able to control yourself. aargh. I wish we had a classy brasserie near here. Failing that, a pub. A proper pub, with a fire and stools and "Hardy's Kiss" on tap.
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