The responses to Randy's post on crappy work incentives are so great. My favorite kind of humor. One of the greatest incentives: forced fun at holiday parties.
With our liberal eat-at-your-desk policy and Mangesh's new "I'll bring in cupcakes!" habit, every single day is a party in the mental_floss New York office. So there's no need to throw a special one. But judging from away messages and Facebook status updates, this week was big for corporate holiday programming.
I'm in meetings all day, and only have a second to post this. So I'll tell you a quick story about a previous employer's December celebration from 2005, then you can tell me all about your best (worst) experiences.
Holiday Party season is brutal on the commuting class. We held ours at the Heartland Brewery in Times Square. When the clock struck 10, I stumbled over to Port Authority and hopped on my bus. The combination of cheap red wine and exhaust fumes knocked me right out. When I woke up, the scenery was unfamiliar. Equal parts panicked and confused, I rang the bell and hopped off. Equal parts drunk and careless, I failed to bring my cell phone.
My bearings eventually restored, I trekked the 1.7 miles home. Through the snow. No sidewalks. A Back-In-My-Day story to tell the kids. The passed-out-on-the-bus/lost-my-phone details will likely be phased out over time. And "Heartland Brewery" will be replaced by "soul-enriching charity work."
You can do much better than that. Let's hear them!