Last Saturday there was a choice between the BPSU Party (BPSU being the Bermuda Public Services Union of which us technical staffers belong to) or The Snowball Party at the Southampton Princess which was the unofficial work party. Until 2012, the hospital (which is one of the larger employers on the island) would rent the ballroom of the Southampton Princess for it's annual Christmas party, which was a formal gala. Sparkly dresses and floor length gowns abounded, and the gents pulled out their finest suits, tuxes, and even a few top hats and canes were acquired for the occasion. It was all Ritz, all glitz -- of course I loved it. In 2012, long after all the gowns of the hospital's Cinderella employees had been ordered, the hospital announced a change in venue due to the recession. It is a long fall from grace from the glamorous ballroom at The Southampton Princess to the asphalt of the hospital parking lot, but that was the plan for Management for its employees. It was, however, not loved by all, and the term "parking lot party," became a common term around the halls whenever anyone was plotting a mutiny against the establishment. From situations like this, the Fairmont was quick to pick up on the need for a nice night out for the island's disgruntled employees around the island who found themselves either without a party, or literally out in the streets like us. They called it the Snowball Party, charged a fee and set up tables for 3 course meal, drinks, and a band and allowed anyone in need of a party to book a table. The BPSU Party, being the same night, is hosted at the Bermuda College every year, and also has fantastic food, is free, and open to friends from all areas of the islands public services, so I always enjoy going and seeing loads of familiar faces outside of my usual crew. Both parties were a success, but I can only speak about the one I was at, the BPSU. There was loads of excellent food, a free drink to all attendees, and plenty of good conversation for all. I have a few pictures of some of the attendees -- some of my ex-Bermuda-expats (who re-expatted elsewhere...i know, it's a confusing loop) will appreciate these smiles.
|All smiles here|
|Micro, Cyto, Med-Surg, Hyperbarics, and....Olds College Alberta cameo with Alastair|
It's been too many days since Sunday so I can't remember at this moment what the crew got up to on that day, but I know it was something. Then there was a random night at Flanagan's due to a failed hospitality attempt (co worker's son was on island and she wanted him to come out with some of the "young folk" -- whew, I can still fool a few people). Shibby (aka Siobhan) and I decided to salvage the night with a quiet curry and visit with Eileen. Eileen's Scottish accept drew over a crowd from Essex and it was only polite to stay a while and be sociable. And then Siobhan's Irish accent lured over a fellow Irish bloke, who lurked and presumably eavesdropped on our conversation about work for a few minutes before declaring us "The Most Depressing Nurses ever," and telling the bartender to please give us a drink. In my defense...I am not a nurse. In Siobhan's defense, she was quick to retort "Well the patients here bite sometimes." True story. Got us a second round delivered almost immediately. This led to a fascinated and stupified Irish audience (and Australian because the bartender was fascinated too) as we discussed all the reasons why nursing in Bermuda may create a less fun nurse than say Florida (where were were told the nurses are very fun -- you listening Meg Noha?), and, not being a nurse, I think I contributed some good points. Pretty sure the bartender just gave us the next round in sympathy. So, for a not fun nurse, a not fun not nurse, plus an angry Irishmen (he says they are born that way) and an Ozzie bartender, fun was indeed had by all and we left later than planned.
The late departure meant I was not going to go to the hospital parking lot party. And Siobhan got called into work on short notice so couldn't go (like that isn't depressing on its own). The parking lot party was actually supposed to be the week before. It had been cancelled due to inclement weather...that's what happens when you host parties outside in winter after all. It was announced that it would be held the following week in the Botanical gardens which shares a property line with the hospital. A few skeptics (funny ones too) suggested that the hospital may have actually just contracted us out to aerate the lawns with our heels. We all paused and wondered how likely that was. See...the parking lot party angst runs deep. Somehow, they made 3rd change in the week and moved it to Pier 6, where I had never been. By coffee break I had been convinced to go. The email from management saying it was fine to attend in scrubs anytime between 5 and 10pm made it easier as well -- worst case scenario could roll in after work and grab some food, say hi to a few people, and carry on home.
|Lanell and the Labbies Rocking It|
|Lee...sad at the lack of wardrobe malfunctions|
|What Happens When Labbies Let their LabCoats Down.|
|Albert, soon to be dominated on world wide TV by Betty White, surrounded with his swizzles and stormies|
And so....on Friday was the 12 Bars of Christmas. I was too weary to even bring a camera, but I certainly wish I would have. In my wisdom, I decided to squeeze in a load of laundry after work and did not join the 12 Bars of Christmas until Bar 11, where I lined up a couple of non-alcoholic beer (my deception was quickly discovered by Hovi, who after 10 bars was still able to notice this in the dinginess of the pub in a crowd). This late starting point gave me the advantage of both finishing, and being in the best position of observation of the antics. No one, however, told me that it was a costume event...and so I sat sipping my O'Doull's amongst several slurring elves, some weaving reindeer, a Christmas tree, and several Santas. Note to self...nothing is ever not going to require the camera from now on. Everyone made it to Bar 12...The Beach, and no one really seemed to mind that I cheated by showing up very very late and not drinking alcohol.
So, that's it...my excuse for non-productivity for the week, the Bermuda Christmas Party Season. I hope you are all having a festive season, wherever you are, and should you hear the Electric Slide or The Wobble...think of us :)