Why would you root someone from your work?

I spent some time last night on the phone to a mate. She had just found out that her partner of many, many years has been having an affair with someone at work, and their marriage was over. How she found out? The traditional way. An ill timed text message from the new woman. Ouch. It reminded me of this little article I write some years back.

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With the festive season well and truly upon us, I am forced to leave the comfort of my couch on occasion to attend a Christmas Party or 6. The latest one was in the city and after much merriment and margaritas, I went in search of the Holy Grail.

That being a taxi at midnight.

I walked past a crowded bar which was hosting an office party and stopped, hand held out pathetically trying to hail a vehicle that would never arrive. It was while I was standing there that I noticed a couple who were sitting at a table on the sidewalk.

I watched them. They seemed like co-workers. They certainly were not married to each other, as they seemed to be having far too much fun. And when the man reached out is hand and covered the ladies hand with his fingers, I could not help but notice that his wedding finger sported a gold band.

Why would you root someone from your work?

The whole idea of having an affair leaves a bad taste in my mouth, much like coffee breath. And at this time of year, guards are let down, too much booze is sunk and before you know it some dork from accounts is propositioning you.

How do I know this?

Because it has happened to me once.

A full confession of love was made at a Christmas Party. For the sake of the shamed we shall call the perp Don.

Don was my mate at work. We shared a space and would often go out for lunch together. Don was in an unhappy marriage and I was carrying the glow of a gal who had just gotten engaged.

The office Christmas Party rolled around and Don had had a skin full when he pulled me into a corner at the bar and confessed his love for me, before coming at me with a dirty great tongue!

DONALD! What the hell were you thinking??

Of course our friendship fell by the way, things got completely awkward and he left the state and his wife by favour of an interstate transfer. The only winner in that situation was the lawyers who handled their divorce.

And it got me thinking. Were some professions more prevalent when it comes to trying to get into someone’s pants?

After doing a little digging around, it turns out that there are.

If you are a fella and work in IT, The Financial Sector, Practice the Law or Medicine, you are far more likely to stray. Having said that, women who are teachers, police officers, Nurses, Stay at Home Mums or Real Estate Agents, you too are more generous with your extra marital activities.

If you work long hours, beware! If you work in a stressful environment, take care! You are putting your fidelity at risk!

But of course you can find your true love at your place of employment.

Most people meet their mate through a shared activity, so it is obvious with the amount of time one spends at their place of employment; work works for some. Think of so many actors, who have hooked up with other actors. So many models hook up with photographers.

But me?

My partner was working in the local bookshop and I appreciated the way he alphabetized the fiction section. I liken the whole situation to Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant in the film Notting Hill. Except in reality, it was nothing like that.

Speaking of films, I watched Love Actually the other night. I felt the pain when Emma Thompson realized that the fancy, expensive necklace was not intended for her, but for her partner’s young object of affection.

Affairs puzzle me. I mean who could be bothered? And as British writer Bob Monkhouse said, “I would never be unfaithful to my wife for the simple reason that I love my house too much.”

PS Taxi eventually came.

Been dumped for a different model? Any good advice on how to move forward?