During my first week of work at my first job, the company had a river cruise one evening after work (our office was located on the Chicago River, in downtown Chicago). After the cruise, when I went back up to the office to pick up my briefcase before heading to the train, I noticed a closed office door, with some muffled noises coming from behind it – two of my co-workers were, in fact, getting it on in his office. (They wound up dating for a while.)
But, the “better” story happened years later, after I moved into advertising, I worked on an account on which several of the clients were well-known party animals. We would regularly do focus groups (testing new advertising) for this account, and one of said clients was responsible for setting up these focus groups. On one occasion, she selected New Orleans for these groups…during Mardi Gras. We (the ad agency team) flew there from Chicago; the clients came in from Virginia. The groups were scheduled to run from around 5pm until 9pm – the client who set up the groups was late in arriving, and when she finally got to the focus group facility, she came into the viewing room carrying a twelve-pack of beer (she’d had the cab driver stop at a liquor store on the way in from the airport).
After the focus groups finished up (during which that twelve-pack was finished by the team), the clients, as well as my colleagues, announced that they were going to go out to a bar or two. I could see the impending train wreck (and I didn’t much care for the clients), so I begged off, and went back to the hotel. We were booked on a flight home the next morning, and we’d agreed to meet up in the hotel lobby at 6 a.m., to head to the airport together. When I got down to the lobby, I found my colleagues, and the clients, all looking very bleary, and smelling of booze – after the bars had closed at like 3 a.m., they had come back to the hotel, went to one of the clients’ rooms, and proceeded to drain the minibar. None of them had slept at all. :smack: