"Sainsburys staff shamed themselves at a glittering awards party with a drunken night of debauchery and mayhem."
700 staff, many of them store bosses and regional managers had gathered for the event on Thursday evening.
That is what the papers are saying today after Sainsburys staff had a wild weekend away at the Celtic Manor Resort in Newport, South Wales.
It started with a champagne reception followed by an awards dinner.
A male and female,both bosses, both married, had to be dragged apart by security staff as they simulated sex on a sofa in the foyer. The pair started kissing and the lady (if thats what you can call her) lifted up her skirt as other guests looked on. Then when she lifted up her top, security staff rushed over to seperate them. They were not very pleased with this action.
One member of staff has said: They were going it like hammer- and -tongs on the sofa and they didn't want to be stopped."
The furious couple then set off two fire extinguishers in the reception.
They returned to his room where the glass of the fire alarm was later found smashed.
Other members of staff were urinating in lifts and stairways.
By the early hours of Friday morning, many of the Sainsburys staff were so drunk that they could only cling to the rails of escalators taking them from the basement suite to a guest bar for late-drinkers on the ground floor.
What happens to people when they go away? Now, I'm all for a good time and a laugh, but there has to be a limit, don't you think?
They are adult people and they should know better.
Apart from when they wake up the next morning with the splitting headaches and feeling sick. But also the fear and dread of remembering what they got up to.
That must be the worst of it all, those two in particular are married, so how do they explain that to their partners? Then they have to face their friends at work and that, to me, would be the worst. In fact I don't think I could have faced them. I would have handed in my notice and never gone back.
Then no matter how many years you have been there or how hard you worked whilst there, you would always remember how you left.
The shame of it all.