‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the office, it was scattered with presents, though very few saw this. Beaker slept in a innocent haze in his cube (back to the entrance, the vulnerable rube). Along came Miss Carrie, … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Day 6
The vacuum cleaner was snooping around the deserted hallways when a pair of figures accosted it from behind. It failed to let out a single gasp before its plug was pulled and it powered down for good. Sheleeta is dead. … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Day 5
Dwight is napping in the corner of an abandoned cube, splat in the middle of a sunbeam. He doesn’t notice when a pair of figures approaches him and gently, gently ease him outside, where he’ll no longer bother them with … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Day 4
After coming back inside (why did no one make a break for it? Truly we are the architects of our own prisons), the employees separate before the next forced engagement activity. The drunken marsupial is tending to his now-melted candles … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Day 3
The party has gone on for four days and nights. You’re locked in and nobody’s phones seem to be getting reception. The buzzwords are moving in slow motion. Synergy. Leadigers. SMEs. Ellis is urinating in an abandoned cube when he … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Day 2
You trundle into the conference room, red and green streamers dangling from the ceiling. In the center lies a table with dozens of hastily wrapped packages. Your boss stands next to the table, inviting you to take one. None of … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Day 1
Hello, valued members of the LupiCorp team, Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules of [Barbara, I’m going to need you to list a few of their job functions here] to come together with us during … Continue reading WW 139 – Office Christmas Party – Signups
