For our Christmas party this year, I’d
arranged to go go-karting; as I’d become fed up with the traditional practice
of going for a posh meal then ditching everyone afterwards. It was fairly
pricey but it seemed to be well organized and they’d even arranged a trophy for
the winner. But for a Christmas social, it wasn’t the best. I’d already doe a
long shift at work and no-one seemed to be willing to take control to help me
relax and get away from the afternoon drive. It was therefore a mad dash to get
to the venue on time; but despite missing the turning I still managed to arrive
before my manager. It was tight to park owing to the space that we had to leave
for the storage containers that seemed to be dotted about the yard; and the
track didn’t seem to be that big. We did get a lot of safety gear for our
money; and the technical details were spot on, but there wasn’t really any
opportunity for the whole team to socialise; as the second team had to climb
into their karts ready for the next race while the first team were out racing. I
also didn’t succeed in overtaking anyone; which affected my overall time for
the tournament.
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