I made a fool of myself at the office Christmas party…
Today we tackle one of those perennial dilemmas – bad behaviour at the annual Christmas work’s do, with a letter that confesses all…
Dear Agony Auntie Caroline,
I’ve made such a fool of myself! I’m a 45 year old professional woman, mum and wife and last week I went out on my work’s Christmas do. The vino was flowing and before I knew it, we were all on the dance floor of a Soho nightclub in London…and that’s where the trouble began.
After stumbling into a taxi and being delivered back home in the early hours of the morning, I woke up the next day to a almighty behemoth of a hangover and a social media storm as photos of me snogging a guy on the dance floor pretty much went viral and everyone at work saw them. And I mean everyone.
I honestly have no recollection of what happened. Colleagues tell me he was a 22 year old would-be boy band singer who has since milked his new-found notoriety for ‘bagging a woman old enough to be my Mum’. I’m hanging my head in shame as I write this. I immediately rang my hubby and told him, but I still feel like I am being judged by everyone, whether they know me or not.
Of course, I promised my husband that it was just a silly moment at a Christmas party that meant nothing, but how should I handle this whole silly episode?
There could be trouble on the dance floor this Christmas…
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. If only I had a pound for every letter like this that I receive every festive season! ‘Tis the season to be jolly, but quite often some people take jolly just that little bit too far. In your case I have to say it takes two to tango, so it’s certainly not entirely your fault, but you are the one who is married with children, when I suspect this young whipper-snapper of a boy is more likely a footloose and fancy free singleton.
There’s no point in criticising or judging you though, as the deed is done and thanks to the joys of social media and smartphones, your little peck under the mistletoe was captured on camera for all to see. It’s certainly a modern malaise, that’s for sure.
The old kiss under the mistletoe mayhem
It is also very commendable that you faced up to what you’d done straight away with your husband. You don’t say in your letter if he forgave you, if he felt there was even anything that needing forgiving, or whether he has well and truly sent you to Coventry. I’ll take a guess that he said nothing and that relations are OK, but a little bit frosty.
As for how to handle it from here on in, just remember that today’s news is tomorrow’s chip papers, so it will blow over and you work colleagues will have moved on to the next nugget of gossip as the office rumour mill continues to turn, just as it does in every work place.
You should keep positive, remain upbeat and try to make light of it. If you can laugh at the inevitable jokes being made at your own expense you will ride the storm with aplomb. There’s nothing us Brits love more than a good dose of self-deprecating humour and a good old fashioned apology. But just one more little piece of advice: maybe a few early nights are in order and if you get any more invites to Christmas dos, perhaps politely declining the invitation is the best policy for the remainder of this year!