“I took it easy on the drinks, since this was our first real corporate party and we hadn’t even started our actual jobs yet, but one of my co-trainees did just the opposite. He started slinging back rum and Cokes, and ended up getting so drunk that he did one of those ‘I’m too sexy for my shirt’ strip dances in front of the entire crowd. By the end of his dance, he’d ripped off his professional button-down and was standing on a table in the middle of the bar in only his nice pants and ratty wife-beater undershirt. A couple minutes later, one of the bartenders dragged him outside, where four cops were waiting for him. He didn’t get arrested, but they talked to him for quite a while, and he wasn’t allowed back in the bar. Shockingly, he didn’t lose his job—only his dignity. He actually still works at the bank to this day—and still gets made fun of for his seasonal striptease.”
“Someone decided to bring in a hypnotist and they put several employees under hypnosis. When they awoke one of the women thought she was Madonna, singing ‘Like a Virgin’ and gyrating on her coworker’s lap. When she woke up she had no recollection but none of us could forget it.”
“On good years we had extravagant holiday parties [but] the very best party came during a lean year. A downtrodden looking Santa was working the crowd, handing out drink chits. ‘Alvin and the Three Chipmunks,’ supplied by a clueless DJ, were discouraging the dancers. Without warning, the Santa, resplendent with handmade tattoos, stripped to a dirty jock strap, leapt onto a table and began bumping and grinding to the tunes coming out of a tiny tape recorder near his feet. [We] were slack-jawed and the room fell silent. The morning after the Santa show, [my boss] called all of the usual suspects into his office. None confessed to the crime of tastelessness. Turns out some newly hired, low-level assistant got stuck with planning the not very grand party, and when the party house manager offered to throw in a ‘naked Santa’ for $50, it seemed like a good idea. Friends and I still talk about the naked Santa. A truly genuine surprise [is] the best gift of all.”
“I worked at a spa, and a coworker got super-drunk and started doing a stripper dance and showing her thong to everyone. Then she reamed out another coworker, and got into a fight with her boyfriend, who also worked there.”
“This is a story that I love to tell, because it was shocking and hilarious at the same time. Two coworkers arrived at the party drunk (they started early). The theme was casino night and we were gambling for raffle tickets and then there were prizes at the end of the night. What’s the point? One of the ‘pit bosses’ was walking around with pockets full of raffle tickets and the ladies decided to rob him. One got his attention by flirting while the other came up behind him and put both her hands into his pockets. She ended up fondling his crotch and freaking him out in front of the entire office — including the owner of the company. We were on a boat cruise so they were stuck with us for another 2 hours. As they sobered up, they realized just how much trouble they were in with management. Once we all got over the shock, it was hilarious. The poor pit boss didn’t recover; he was pissed.”