Work functions are so much more palatable after your fifth drink. Suddenly, everything you spend eight hours a day doing seems hilarious, and all the intimidating suits in upper management are fair game for mockery and drunken wit. To hell with their histories of blank stares and inability to remember names. Chrismas is the great leveller of corporate horseshit, and the chance for true brilliance to shine through, jump on a table, kick off its shoes and do a fantastic rendition of Janis Joplin. So to speak.