Maybe. Or on the other hand, maybe the office party is where you make an utter gimp of yourself by drinking on an empty stomach from 6pm,
making a loud, rude joke about your boss’s bad fart problem only to realize he’s right behind you and finally, having the girl you really like kick you in the nuts?
Or if you’re a girl, maybe it’s where you end up getting drunk and flirting with the perv of the office, before sleeping with your marketing director?
The next day is invariably a work day. You’re awoken brutally after less than 5 hours sleep to a drilling, rattling alarm.
You deliberately placed it far from your bed so that you’d be forced to get up and move to get to it. The problem is, you can’t even find it. After 12 rings loud enough to wake up the deaf 85 year old neighbours, you manage to take your vengeance by smashing it hard on the tiled floor.