Grrr Damn It!
I hate having coursework to do! I've had all weekend to do this piece and I've still not started the actual writing, even though it is Sunday evening. I wouldn't mind but after tonight I'm fully booked with work right up until the deadline, so I really do have to get it done. Instead though, I spent yesterday watching episode after episode of Rome and today reading lots and lots of blogs.
Last night I had work again. It was the second Christmas party we'd done in Felixstowe Court in two nights and the contrast between them couldn't have been greater if we'd laced the food with weed one night and anthrax the next. The first night we had quite a large group of law staff in. Really cheerful bunch as it happened. They arrived promptly and were soon eating like there was no tomorrow, coming back for seconds and dessert whenever the queue for the food counter was sufficently short so as to permit such behaviour.
Both before and after the meal they bought copious amounts of beer and wine at the bar, and by the time we'd finished clearing the plates from the table, they were well and truly into a very boisterous Christmas quiz. At all points in the evening the alcohol continued to flow, the Christmas music played and even those of us who were working felt like we guests at the party. Apparently they didn't wrap things up until 11, by which time even I'd gone home.
The second night we had a much smaller group, only about 30 booked in. Unlike the night before the turn out this time was poor, with only three out of the four prepared tables being filled. This group were also of the law faculty, although I think they were mainly practicing lawyers and God were they dull. No music played and what conversation there was was quiet, restrained and without humour. Not one of them bought a drink at the bar and even the wine provided on the table went almost untouched. Within just an hour of their arrival the meal was finshed and they began to leave in the dribs and drabs in which they'd arrived, many of them apparently returning to the law libaray to carry on the work they were doing before the meal interupted them, in spite of it being a Saturday evening.
All in all a thoroughly depressing evening and a total waste of time from our point of view, as half as many staff wouldn't have been kept busy by the small amount of work they gave us.
Tomorrow I'm working for around 11 hours in the bar, covering both the usual daytime shift and whatever is going on in the evening. Once I've done this I'll be zooming over to the Cathedral where I'll be beginning a four hour shift to put the stage up for the first of the Christmas events happening this month, which I guess kick off on Tuesday. Right now though, I'm going to forget all that and concentrate on what is important - dinner!
Last night I had work again. It was the second Christmas party we'd done in Felixstowe Court in two nights and the contrast between them couldn't have been greater if we'd laced the food with weed one night and anthrax the next. The first night we had quite a large group of law staff in. Really cheerful bunch as it happened. They arrived promptly and were soon eating like there was no tomorrow, coming back for seconds and dessert whenever the queue for the food counter was sufficently short so as to permit such behaviour.
Both before and after the meal they bought copious amounts of beer and wine at the bar, and by the time we'd finished clearing the plates from the table, they were well and truly into a very boisterous Christmas quiz. At all points in the evening the alcohol continued to flow, the Christmas music played and even those of us who were working felt like we guests at the party. Apparently they didn't wrap things up until 11, by which time even I'd gone home.
The second night we had a much smaller group, only about 30 booked in. Unlike the night before the turn out this time was poor, with only three out of the four prepared tables being filled. This group were also of the law faculty, although I think they were mainly practicing lawyers and God were they dull. No music played and what conversation there was was quiet, restrained and without humour. Not one of them bought a drink at the bar and even the wine provided on the table went almost untouched. Within just an hour of their arrival the meal was finshed and they began to leave in the dribs and drabs in which they'd arrived, many of them apparently returning to the law libaray to carry on the work they were doing before the meal interupted them, in spite of it being a Saturday evening.
All in all a thoroughly depressing evening and a total waste of time from our point of view, as half as many staff wouldn't have been kept busy by the small amount of work they gave us.
Tomorrow I'm working for around 11 hours in the bar, covering both the usual daytime shift and whatever is going on in the evening. Once I've done this I'll be zooming over to the Cathedral where I'll be beginning a four hour shift to put the stage up for the first of the Christmas events happening this month, which I guess kick off on Tuesday. Right now though, I'm going to forget all that and concentrate on what is important - dinner!