The worst thing about the whole department dressing up as a slumber party?
It was impossible to not feel sleepy all afternoon comfied out in fleece pajama pants and fuzzy socks.
“I’m sooo tired.”
“I know, right? I’m already ready for bed.”
“It’s like a cruel joke.”
The best thing about the whole department dressing up as a slumber party?
Our supervisor got in trouble from the bigwigs for us dressing inappropriately (in fleece pajama pants and fuzzy socks). She, who was also in sleepover garb, was so pissed at the rest of the company that she put us on lockdown and we were not allowed to leave our building for any reason during the day. And then she and her right-hand woman turned up the volume and danced to Thriller together. The whole song.