Seeking The Perfect Party Venue

Wait, didn’t Kathleen say she was going to do all the party invitations? Not that I mind, it’s just…Kathleen usually does that.

Personally, I think there’s a bit of a problem with delegation in this office. Yesterday I found out that Tony is my boss. I thought I was his boss! Judy is actually lower in the hierarchy than me and she still takes the priority car parking space and Harry is in charge of refilling the coffee pods. I’ve got it written down here: Harry is supposed to get the Coffee pods. Come on, Harry get your act together! I refill the toilet paper when it’s getting low, it’s the least I can do.

Alright, so it looks like party invitations are up to me! It’d be a lot easier if I knew where to go. I think Iris was looking around Melbourne for a corporate function venue that’d fit all of us, but I talked to her this morning and she said that Chris said to leave it all to him because he’s a party animal and he’s got it covered. Talked to Chris and he said he has no memory of the conversation, which makes sense. Everyone knows that Christine is the real party animal, so maybe Iris just wasn’t wearing her hearing aid. But then, Christine is on holiday for six weeks in Canada, so that’s a no-go as well.

So now I have to talk to the boss to get a party venue sorted out so I know where to address these invitations. The only problem thus far was that I don’t actually know who the party was for. I think it was supposed to be for a person…perhaps a retirement? It’s not Iris, because I just heard her talking in the meeting about next quarter and that old bird is never going to call it quits. Can’t be Rufus, since he hates parties, and speaking to people in general. If he ever left the company he’d just walk out the door and that’d be the last you’d hear of him.

Right, so I’m finding the best party venue in Melbourne. Somewhere with very neutral décor and a lot of space to dance. I’ll be  printing the invitations without any specifics…oh, and it looks like I’m going to have to pick a date, because Talia lost the minutes we took of the meeting where we decided all that stuff. Then I have to buy toilet paper. What a week!