I work in a smallish corporate office (450+), and we’re doing a little Halloween thang next Friday, including cash prizes for funniest costume, scareist, best group, etc.
Well, I can already taste the $50 for “scariest.” Zombie/ghoul, that’s me. I worked in a costume company while in college, so I picked up some good tricks for latex prosthetics, makeup application, etc. I’m doing the whole deathly pallor, blood-soaked shirtfront, lacerated throat and face routine. And where I sit, my back is to passers-by, so no-one will notice me until I turn around – real fast. Hee hee! Oh, how I love to freak out my co-workers …
So who else is dressing up for work? And like what?
Our command is having a door decorating contest. The prize is a day off. So if you waste time during the work day doing the decorating, you will be rewarded with even more unproductive time. :rolleyes:
Maybe I’m an old grouch, but I liked it better when Halloween belonged to kids.
We don’t do a lot to mark Halloween. Maybe it’s because every day is Halloween for us. We have tried proposing that it be our national holiday. Nobody listens. Maybe because there’s only fourteen of us.
The things we find scary are “phone call from the Governor’s office” or “chief of the state is mad at you.”
Blood, decomposing guts, skeletons, pale dead bodies from age 2 weeks to 90 years, hideous homicides, all in a day’s work. No party. Alas.
Yeah, I guess 450 is a small big number or a big small number. We’re publically-traded, and our competition is MUCH bigger than we are, so we consider ourselves small. They have specified that anyone who wants to decorate their cubicles has to do it before they clock in and take it down after they clock out, to avoid exactly the same situation that FairyChatMom describes.
My costume this year is completely lacking in originality: I’m going as a pirate. Specifically, I’m copying Keira Knightly’s pirate outfit from PotC2. I’ve already finished the vest, but the shirt is way too big (I used a unisex pattern) and I’ve barely started on the pants. I have a lot of sewing to do this weekend. Fortunately I’ve already bought the accessories (boot tops, hat and plastic sword).
Halloween is the biggest day of the year at my office. It’s an all-day party with a costume contest, a pot luck lunch (with prizes for the best dishes) and all the candy you can eat. I always tell the new employees to work ahead, since they won’t be getting anything done that day.
It’s another mandatory fun day at work. See now I love Halloween, it’s my favorite holiday, by far. But, as I like to say: Mandatory fun isn’t.
Where I work (9 of us) we’re having a party for our residents, which is a great idea, in theory. In practice, however, it’s after-hours (so we all get to hang out 2+ extra hours at work), dressing up is mandatory (though not all of us can afford to, the leasing management doesn’t care about that little detail), and as one of the maintenance staff, it’s my job to clean everything up afterwards. Plus, there are restrictions for our costumes. “Nothing scary! There will be kids there!” they say… Bah, kids like a good scaring.
I’ll go so far to say that it’s for 20-somethings and younger.
But at private parties.
NOT at ANY office.
I don’t even want to SEE any Halloween decorations at places of business. Everytime I go to my bank and see cobwebs, fake spiders, jack-o’lanterns, and some teller dressed up like a $20 whore, I want to put my money in my mattress.
Well, I’m glad we’re not listening to the War on Halloween people. We’re allowed to decorate for Halloween, although I’m not. If the fundies hadn’t made Halloween a target, I probably could care less.
I usually do - I was Tippi Hedren in “The Birds” last year & won first place. The hardest part was staying late & taping about 500 black bird silhouettes all over the office. Paid off, though Year before I was Audrey Hepburn in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” - my office has a glass front & I lettered it & did it up like Tiffany & Co.
Link to pictures:
(There’s about 152 pounds difference between picture #2 & #1)
We’re having a costume party at the hoity toity restaurant in town this Thursday.
I am going as Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford a la Mommie Dearest - like this.
Long, dark blue robe cinched at the waist over a silky nightgown, headband pulling back my hair that I’ll leave curly that day, face cream, thick, dark eyebrows, red lipstick, probably some black maribou slippers, and of course, a wire hanger.
My inspiration came from my 15 year old son. I’ll just leave it at that.
I have not worn a Hallowe’en costume since I was 13 when my parents told me I was too old for trick-or-treating. Thirty-nine years later, I have decided to wear a red latex devil’s mask simply to irk the gay-marriage-hating fundamentalists in my office who think October 31st is the Devil’s birthday. Yay, I’m 13 again!
Year before I was Audrey Hepburn in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” - my office has a glass front & I lettered it & did it up like Tiffany & Co.
