The week following New Year's Day is what I affectionately refer to as Confession Week. Because the festive holiday season often involves alcohol consumption (to excess in many cases), some people engage in behaviors that they might not normally do. It is the following week in my office that clients will come in to purge themselves of embarrassing moments that have ended their calendar year, often capped off with a resolve to "be sure to never do that again."
Make no mistake: for many, the holiday season is an extremely difficult time. Society tells us that from Thanksgiving Day until the new year begins that we are to be happier than any other time. However, this mandate doesn't change the fact that many people suffer from psychological/psychiatric problems, and the pressure to "feel great" can sometimes amplify their distress. This post isn't about them. This is about those who are, in fact, feeling more upbeat and simply have let their holiday cheer lead the down a horrifically embarrassing path. These clients often reveal their behaviors with a shy smile or an outright laugh in session, now that they've had some time to distance themselves from the event (or if the client is particularly festive, multiple events).
It seems that the greatest potential for mischief comes from a subculture that I have never experienced: the Holiday Office Party (HOP). The HOP evidently allows for social connections that never occur throughout the business year: CEO's chatting it up with mailroom employees, office managers doing shots with their bosses, the executive VP dirty dancing with the cleaning staff. It is no holds barred at these events.
It seems, however, that the combination of alcohol, a culmination of a year's worth of business interaction and a drastic shift in social dynamics can lead to both a manifestation of previously unspoken physical attractions and an airing of grievances and resentments. For most of my clients, Confession Week is one or the other:
Erin, age 44, junior partner in corporate law firm
Dr. Rob, I can't believe I did that. I did Irish Car Bombs with one of the guy's in Human Resources, and the next thing I knew we were in bed together. I woke up with a pounding headache and a note saying "Next year let's do it at my place." The guy can't be more than 24!
Kara, age 27, receptionist
My God, I got so, so drunk. I told my boss that he's a cheap bastard and that I'm sick of picking up his dry cleaning. It's not part of my job description! I also told his wife that I have no idea what she was thinking when she decided to procreate with that fat oaf. I can't believe I didn't get fired.
Ron, age 58, CFO
I told the president of the company that his kids are hideous trolls. Considering that his wife is hot, he knows where I think those disgusting urchins got their looks from.
As a therapist, my job is to help clients to understand why they did what they did, manage and ultimately overcome the embarrassment of the event(s), problem-solve how they might rectify any social/business problems when they return to the workplace and, ideally, not recreate the problem next year. However, not all clients are like Erin, Kara and Ron. Some clients are fortunate enough to be flat-out giddy with pleasure at how the events played out. Brian, in a unique HOP occurrence, was able to capitalize on both an unspoken attraction and a significant disdain for his superior:
"Dr. Rob, it was great! I had a few drinks in me, like nine, and I told my boss that my year-end bonus was completely bogus and below my value. He responded by telling me that I was lucky to even have a job given the recent lay-offs, and I told him to go fuck himself. Everyone around us heard, and he was really embarrassed, so he chuckled and said that he'll talk to me in his office next week. Figuring that I would probably get fired anyway, I went over to his insanely hot wife and told her how good-looking she was and that it was a shame they were married. Amazingly, she said that they are starting divorce proceedings! I asked her if she was upset about it, and she said that while he is devastated, she couldn't be happier and was only here so that his partners wouldn't find out until he was ready to tell them. We talked for a while and I told her how much of a prick her husband is and eventually she said 'so you want to get out here? If you're going to get fired, you might as well make it truly worth it.' My boss even saw me leave with her as I mentally flipped him off on the way out!"
"Well, that is...very interesting. You're not upset about losing your job though?" I asked.
"That's the best part about it! The next day, over breakfast, which she paid for, she told me that she'll make sure I can keep my job. Apparently she knows about an affair of his from years back and can use that in the divorce proceedings if he gives her trouble about me. Man, what a night. I hope your holiday was as great as mine, Dr. Rob!"
While that is an amazing way to end the year, I think I'm glad that I'm self-employed. To all of you not as fortunate as Brian, I hope you are still gainfully employed and aren't hiding under your desk to start the new year.
Posted by Rob Dobrenski at 10:17 AM