Ten F*cking Years

Last night I was honoured to be treated to a fancy dinner at Lasipalatsi (The Glass Palace), along with a couple of valued  colleagues and my valued supervisor, good friends all.

It was a most excellent meal and in most excellent company. Would a month of paid vacation been a nicer way to reward me for ten years of service? Sure. How about a million dollars and a diamond butt-plug? The butt-plug would be purely ceremonial because I am one of the few people in the world who can claim to have literally worked his arse off for his employer … but yeah, that’d be nice.

But seriously. There’s always someone who gets something better. And there are people who get way, way worse. Having worked in a steel mill, I have absolutely no problem with a nice desk job, a paid day off and some movie tickets at five years, and a several-hundred-euro dinner for four at ten. I’m just glad I had enough colleagues left to invite.

Dinnertime!

The empty chair is mine. Please resist the urge to break into a soulful Les Miserables song.

Yes, the dinner was fantastic. Amazing food, a few nice drinks and lots of amusing and interesting conversation. I envy Mr. dreameling for his brilliant “renting a hotel room for the night” move, although I was on the bus by 21:00 and home before 22:00.

More blinis!

Mmm.

The blini deal that Lasipalatsi had was also amazing. They gave you the toppings, then you could just keep on ordering blinis until the toppings were done. I personally waved a white flag after a measly 2.75 blinis, but those things are filling. And delicious.

Blinis!

I’m still full.

Washed down with a Moscow Mule, and topped off with a glass of Graham’s 10-year-old tawny port (because TEN F*CKING YEARS), and it was most certainly a night to remember.

Port!

And we were pretty mad with the photographing-our-food stuff. Hipsters.

 

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6 Responses to Ten F*cking Years

  1. thelinza says:

    I don’t know how to say this without it coming across as overbearing and weird, so I’ll just say what was in my head. I am relieved and pleased that you 1) survived and 2) put enough weight back on you to start looking like a human again.

    Good job working10 years in the same place. That’s become somewhat rare.

    • stchucky says:

      Haha! Well said. I could have stood to not have quite so much recovery around the spare-tyre-al region, but it’s a work in progress. And the blinis helped.

      Yeah, it’s sort of nice to have that sort of old school long term work history. No guarantee that it will ever last, and if inflation continues and raises continue to not happen I suspect it’s going to end up not being enough to pay the bills, but I am happy where I am. A job is a job. One of those weird things we have to do until the aliens arrive and we go all post-capitalist.

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