Last night was the company Christmas party. I am quite proud that nothing utterly disastrous happened. I don’t have that nagging feeling that I should curl up under my duvet and never see any colleagues ever again – I can remember most of the night and I didn’t do anything too terrible. In fact, I even managed to stay upright at the roller disco – those evenings blading round Lake Geneva a decade ago finally came in useful.
So that’s the good news. The bad news is that I had the most toe curling, mortifying moments of the
day week month ok, possibly of the year, while I was in the office, stone cold sober.
We had a big event yesterday. We live streamed video of the big, big boss being interviewed about big changes that are coming up for us. It was a big deal; over 3000 people were watching. A few minutes into the interview it was clear that technical gremlins had got involved – the film was buffering so much that it was almost unwatchable. I thought I knew what the problem might be so I ran to the room where the filming was taking place and indicated to my manager that he needed to come out as we had a problem. He didn’t come out (he was operating the cameras and sound) so I resorted to sign language. He didn’t understand my variation of sign language so it took a while…
Anyway, having done what I could, I went back to my desk to see if the situation had improved. All the people that I sit with were laughing. A lot. It turned out that what I couldn’t see through the glass door of the room where the filming was being done, was that the camera had the door in clear shot. I had just made an unintentional 30 second cameo appearance.
I didn’t think it could be that bad, although I did go rather hot and panicky when I was told. But it was a busy day, I still had a lot to do and I had a Christmas party to get to. I kind of forgot about it.
Until I got to the party that is, and, as I walked around I was stopped repeatedly by colleagues I did and didn’t know, thanking me for brightening up what was actually a really long interview…
I only looked at the footage today. To show you the level of toe curling-ness involved I’ve had to cut out the sound and most of the picture (which is why it is so pixelated – it’s very clear on the original), but see what you think of what happened in the top left corner. And see if you think I should curl up under my duvet for the rest of the year after all :o)