Yesterday evening, several of the more dedicated office members had the opportunity to rub elbows with a few of the university elite - or should I say they had the privilege of rubbing elbows with us. The first surprise of the night came at the door. As should be by now fairly apparent, womanizing is an abominable (yet integral) part of the Office. After 2.5 years in town, we've managed to cast a fairly wide net, and it turns out one office member had a previous fling with one of the coat check girls. Awkwardness ensued. Luckily, the waiter carrying the drinks arrived shortly thereafter. Charlie muttered something under his breath about either soccer or menstruation - it was hard to make out - and passed, but Jockey and I dove right in.The smell of fine cheeses and pretentiousness filled the air. Due to the exclusive nature of this event names can't be disclosed and photography was strictly forbidden, but seriously, it was a big deal. After a few appetizers and a couple reloads of the wine glass, the networking began. Thanks to the corporate sponsored workshop on image, the Office members new exactly how to TCOB. A few fist pounds were exchanged with "the chairman" (maybe our idea, maybe his) and a couple short rib tacos (NBD) were dominated/dropped on the floor before focus was shifted to "the man." Naturally, we broke the ice with talk about the small liberal arts colleges we each attended and from there things went on as they generally tend to do. At the end of the evening he wished us luck with the ongoing office construction and we all parted ways a few rungs higher on the social ladder of life. It's not so lonely at the top.
