It's that time of year again, the dreaded "Office Christmas Party"! However, with nothing but bad news wafting around at the moment and uncertainty hanging heavy in the air, the prospect of sitting around in a crowded venue with a bunch of people (you don't really like that much) wearing silly hats, drinking cheap Romanian Malbec and even more dried out reformed turkey doesn't really seem to stack up well against the odds of catching the latest variant and ruining your (real) Christmas. I can't help thinking that the pull of yet another rendition of the YMCA song with backing vocals by Tracy from accounts won't be sufficient to lure most socially awkward middle managers into the chill of a December evening from their safe and familiar WFH lairs. I also worry that this latest uncertain phase of the pandemic might mean that our hospitality industries are in for yet another serious beating over the next few months (usually their busiest!).
From the rush of cancellations I've seen so far from our own Christmas shindig, I fear the zeitgeist has definitely shifted over the last couple of days! It seems to have gone from "completely blasé" to "apprehensive". We shall see if that descends into those other familiar British pandemic mental states of "concern" and finally, "panic buying of bog roll", as the science on Omicron becomes better understood and known.
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