Team Building
At my last place we used to have an annual team-building exercise, wherein the entire Company would get on the boat and bugger off to France, ostensibly for a bit of shopping and a bite to eat before heading home.

Tradition dictated however that all we would do was get absolutely shitfaced and never talk of anything that happened again - if we weren't on British soil, it didn't happen. This meant not talking about my boss (now a Director) playing volleyball in the street with womens underwear on his head, the MD cancelling a round of coffee before getting on the boat and replacing it with (particularly awful) calvados, a Director and an Assistant Manager hooking up in the restaurant loo (classy, I know), smuggling our body-weight of booze out of the restaurant before being thrown out, a colleague falling into a canal (twice), smuggling our body-weight in booze back through security etc.

It was actually a brilliant exercise in team building - it brought everyone together massively and, compared to sending everyone in the firm on some long-winded course during work-hours headed up by some fatally condescending twat trying to "compare the firm to an aeroplane", was far cheaper for the Company and resulted in far fewer people falling out.

Good times....
( Hunter Stockton was murdered by a bicycle wielding axolotl,.,.,.,., Thu 15 Mar 2012, 16:48, Reply)