Because Apparently I Know How To Pick ‘Em…
I’ve never been lucky enough (or unlucky enough) to participate in a Secret Santa scenario in the office, so I’ve never quite had the experience that The Stiletto Mom so hilariously described in her blog (the same blog that inspired this post).
We usually play Dirty Santa at the Holiday Dinner.
I usually get the crappiest gift.
And I honestly think it is brought by the same person each year.
One year I ended up with a box of Ferrero Rocher Chocolates (I don’t have a big sweet tooth so this gift was a big fat zip for me).
Another year I ended up with a ceramic teapot.
A.
Ceramic.
Teapot.
What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Cut to this past year, I ended up with jumper cables.
Great.
What sucks is I actually bought something I would want this year thinking, well, I’ll just take it when it is my turn.
Great plan, right?
Great plan indeed until a coworker’s wife picked it and went on & on about how much she had wanted a holiday coffee mug, holiday Starbucks blend coffee and the Starbucks gift certificate enclosed.
I just didn’t have it in me to take it away.
So now I have two sets of jumper cables.
The ones I’ve had since I was 15 and this new set sitting in its box on the kitchen table (waiting to be regifted).
Which one of you need jumper cables?
Jumper cables??? Actually I think I need some, send ‘em on! Or you could use them to decorate the tree at the office in protest…it’s a thought.