vendredi 13 mars 2009

Christmas time, miserableness and whine

So, I'm in the UK for our company Christmas party. Yes, I know it's March.

See, we were given a choice - either have the party at Christmas when the drinks budget would be less because venues cost more, or wait until March when venues become cheaper and have more free alcohol on offer. I'm proud to say that my colleagues chose the latter option.

The main event is tonight. I'm not dreading it - by any stretch - but would I rather be elsewhere? You betcha.

Last year's party saw the factory boys getting naked (yep, bare nekkid) on stage and the wife of one of the sales team taking her underwear off and draping it over the table centrepiece. As a group, we're truly not classy. I'm usually amongst the classiest, although I did end up wearing a pair of red stiletto heels last year, so I'm not really in a position to judge. Lord.

I got to Birmingham on wednesday afternoon and was greeted by a text message from my brother.

"Can we go for a drink later?" it said. "I need to talk".

Panic set in. What on earth? He never, ever wants to go to the pub. So, I do the obvious thing. I call my Mom to find out what's going on.

Turns out he's been diagnosed with depression, signed off work for weeks on end, prescribed pills and generally feeling like hell.

As you can imagine, it wasn't the most fun I've ever had at the pub. To say it was difficult is putting it mildly. Although, at least I have more understanding of why he was so fed up when he was in Paris.....

I have a real good friend who's a counsellor - an NLP Master in fact. I put my brother in touch with him.

Before calling him to make the apppointment, he called his doctor for advice. It seems the doctor told him that counselling was a bad idea and a waste of money. What on earth? How crazy can that be?

And if that wasn't enough to make this into the craziest visit ever, I had a Facebook friend request yesterday. From the boy who tried to kill me.

Seems to me like it's high time I was back in Paris...

17 commentaires:

alan a dit…

hugs! Get sloshed, get back to paris, see the boy! all will be right again.

Hope your brother feels well again soon. xx

Henry North London a dit…

Je suis un psychiatrist

Would you like me to come to your party tonight or have you chosen your bon ami for tonight?

Daryl a dit…

OH .. I am still thinking about the red stilettos ..

I hope you got your brother to listen to you rather than the asshat doctor he's seeing ...

aims a dit…

What kind of doctor gives advice like that! Please don't let your brother fall through the gaps. You might lose him.

It sure explains a lot of things about his visit.

btw - I have a pair of fuschia stilletos ..... you and I (and a couple of others) could parteeee

cb a dit…

please take photos this year. Especially if the factory boys go starkers again!!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Alan, I'm off to get sloshed. it'll be like Cork, but without the fun, he he

H, I'm going solo...best for all concerned me thinks, he he!

D, he's listening to me on some things - think there's a period of wound licking first, before he listens to anyone too much though...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Aims, he's a dick of a doctor. Ridiculous. And I want to see those heels! Quelle party!

CB, there'll be photo's. Don't worry...wish you were here though. That'd be the funniest thing, ha ha.

Louise a dit…

Too damn bad that new interest wasn't soon enough to go to the party.

Depression is ugly. I don't have it. Never had. Can't imagine it. But I've had some close contact with it. He needs to get another doctor. If he's WILLING to go to counseling (and you say the counselor is good), then he needs to. Pills just make a person feel better. To cure it (it CAN be cured), one has to get to the root of the problem. I guess at least he wants to talk to you. It's better than not.

Victor a dit…

Another quiet week for you, lol. You must struggle for ideas to post about. :-)

Pure Poser a dit…

don't tell me you accepted the friend request darlin?

seriously, if he was a dick enough to ignore you and get his parents to do the same, then surely you'd do the same to him...i hope.

anyways give the boy a kiss from moi when u nxt see him. x

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Louise, it's been the subject of the weekend...at least it's taken my mind of my future broken heart...ha ha

Victor, I always struggle. Not

Poser - just a kiss? where's the joy in that?

knifepainter a dit…

You gotta love dear old Blighty ! I followed the back link to the post about K........a bit bloody scary mate !

Pure Poser a dit…

fine then, a shag from me then ;D

should make things more fun for you

MY PARADISE a dit…

I haven't read your blog in a week & so much has happened!!! Hope you enjoy your Christmas party - & can't wait to hear more about the boy.

J

justme a dit…

Hello! Have just found your blog and am enjoying catching up with some of your past posts. Love the way you write. I shall be back.

Rob Inukshuk a dit…

Here's hoping the party went well and there are soon to be pics of nekkid factory boys watching you dance in red heels!

Also hoping you're now on your way back to Paris and the boy.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

KP - do I really have to love her? I like her a lot, but love? That's kind of a big ask....he he

Poser...that'll spice it up. thanks!

Paradise, things change fast round here - you gotta keep up...

Justme, lovely to see you here, please do keep coming back...

Rob - alas no photo's this year. It was just all a bit weird...ho hum.