Originally posted by Lao Lao
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I was at a retirement party on Saturday night for a guy that was leaving our place.
There was some of his family there and the rest was all our work crew, no partners, just staff. We had the upstairs of a venue all to ourselves so no other people were there. Great night had, with plenty of pints and when I'm heading home at around 2am, I can't find my coat. Searched the entire place (it wasn't that big) and no sign of it.
I know it's not stolen as we're the only people in the venue so reckon one of the lads took it by mistake in their inebriated state. Our HR manager is still there at this point and she helps me look again, the only coat there is a black women's coat from Zara. Definitely not mine, which I tell her. In the end of night drunkenness', she must have asked me three or four times was it my coat until I eventually tell her to get a grip, it's clearly a women's coat (in a friendly way of course) - I head home coatless.
Fast forward to Monday and I ask a few of the lads if they accidently took my coat home, but all responses are negative.
This morning, the HR manager sends an All Staff e-mail saying that she still has a black women's Zara coat from the party. I'm about to reply to the e-mail to say 'And I'm also missing a green overcoat too, if anybody has that?' when Mrs Lao Lao sends me a What's App;
'You're never going to fucking live this one down!'
'What?'
She then sends me a video of her opening our wardrobe and taking my coat out of it. The coat that I wore on Saturday night to the party. The coat that had gone missing.
I'm scratching my head, I definetely left the party with no coat. 100% certain of that, it was fucking cold and I was fucking cold waiting for my taxi...Oh fuck...
'Eh, babe, are you missing a Zara coat by any chance?'
'Yes, I am. A black one'
Sweet.
Mother.
Of.
Fucking.
Jesus.
I went to the fucking party wearing Mrs Lao Lao's coat. I have absolutely no idea how the fuck I did this. I was stone cold sober leaving the house, not a drop of alcohol had passed my lips They are two very different coats and I don't own a coat anything like it.
I let the HR manager know and she proceeded to absolutely rip the piss out of me and then replied to her All Staff and let every employee know that she found out that the coat belonged to Mrs Lao Lao and that I was wearing my wife clothes on Saturday and that she was scarlet for me.
I have been getting the piss ripped out of me for the entire morning - It will take a very, very, very long time to live this one down
FML
There was some of his family there and the rest was all our work crew, no partners, just staff. We had the upstairs of a venue all to ourselves so no other people were there. Great night had, with plenty of pints and when I'm heading home at around 2am, I can't find my coat. Searched the entire place (it wasn't that big) and no sign of it.
I know it's not stolen as we're the only people in the venue so reckon one of the lads took it by mistake in their inebriated state. Our HR manager is still there at this point and she helps me look again, the only coat there is a black women's coat from Zara. Definitely not mine, which I tell her. In the end of night drunkenness', she must have asked me three or four times was it my coat until I eventually tell her to get a grip, it's clearly a women's coat (in a friendly way of course) - I head home coatless.
Fast forward to Monday and I ask a few of the lads if they accidently took my coat home, but all responses are negative.
This morning, the HR manager sends an All Staff e-mail saying that she still has a black women's Zara coat from the party. I'm about to reply to the e-mail to say 'And I'm also missing a green overcoat too, if anybody has that?' when Mrs Lao Lao sends me a What's App;
'You're never going to fucking live this one down!'
'What?'
She then sends me a video of her opening our wardrobe and taking my coat out of it. The coat that I wore on Saturday night to the party. The coat that had gone missing.
I'm scratching my head, I definetely left the party with no coat. 100% certain of that, it was fucking cold and I was fucking cold waiting for my taxi...Oh fuck...
'Eh, babe, are you missing a Zara coat by any chance?'
'Yes, I am. A black one'
Sweet.
Mother.
Of.
Fucking.
Jesus.
I went to the fucking party wearing Mrs Lao Lao's coat. I have absolutely no idea how the fuck I did this. I was stone cold sober leaving the house, not a drop of alcohol had passed my lips They are two very different coats and I don't own a coat anything like it.
I let the HR manager know and she proceeded to absolutely rip the piss out of me and then replied to her All Staff and let every employee know that she found out that the coat belonged to Mrs Lao Lao and that I was wearing my wife clothes on Saturday and that she was scarlet for me.
I have been getting the piss ripped out of me for the entire morning - It will take a very, very, very long time to live this one down
FML
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