Secret Santa day was today at the office. I am pretty broke at the moment, because of the trip to NYC I mentioned before in a previous blog entry. I managed the scrounge up a few ducets, haul ass to the mall, and get a gift card to Bath and Body Works (one of the items my co-worker mentioned in her wish list). Filled out a card, placed both cards in a gift bag, and had to work. Once I got there, I went over and placed the bag on her desk.
When I got to my desk, I noticed that I hadn't gotten anything yet, so I figured I would wait.
And wait I did...
and wait...
After 4 hours of work and no gift (mind you, everyone else had already received and gushed out their gifts), I spoke to my supervisor (the lucky person who organized this), to see if my Secret Santa had called out today. She checked and confirmed that they, in fact, had come in. 10 minutes later, my Santa calmly walks up to my desk, and drops an envelope on my desk, and walks away. Now, my wish list was pretty simple: either a cheesy Christmas sweater (can never have too many of those), or shaving stuff (Razors, lotion, etc.). Nothing extravagant. Well, lo and behold, the envelope contained a card that wasn't signed, and two crumpled $10 bills.
...
You have got to be kidding me...
At least fake a smile.... jeez...
And people wonder why my faith in humanity in waning (Thank you, Bush, for starting me down that path).
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