BY LORRAINE DUFFY MERKL I decided to wrap up 2016 (or as I have been calling it: the longest, busiest, often stressful year of my life thus far) with a raucous holiday blow out. So, I, along with my husband Neil and daughter Meg, went to see “Office Christmas Party.” A couple of decades ago, when I was still on staff full time, I never went to a fete as portrayed in the movie. Every place I ever worked put an end to the holiday hoedown the year before I started. So, my Christmas party experiences amount to standing around the conference room drinking sparkling water and listening to colleagues talk about how the current get-together was a far cry from the previous year when… (fill in litany of indiscretions by co-workers.)
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