Secret Santa
I wasn't going to tell this story due to sheer disinterest, but, the QOTW is kind of bad enough for this to be a passable effort. And, I'm slightly bitter and still want my money back.

A couple of years ago when I was at university I worked at a student bar, let's call this 'The Garage', not because that is what it was called, but because I have a big enough ego to worry about people in here knowing who I am and releasing knowledge of my internet double-life on to the world.

So this place was pretty cliquey - there were about 8 of us hired at the beginning of the year, the rest were the general arse-licking bum chums you get working in studenty outlets. I found it quite hard to get into the group because I wasn't overly-familiar with everyone and was always put on shift with the guys, so with the general incestruous feel of the pub the matriachal chicklets didn't trust me.

This Christmas was the first time I'd ever been part of a 'secret santa'. I decided to take part, I like to think this is because I wanted to take part and didn't want anyone to be lest presentless. It may just be due to me picking the name of someone I actually liked. I'd got one of the other new guys - a funny little hippy called Andy. The one secret santa rule was that it was to cost about £7.50. My present cost £7.95 (YES I KNOW THE EXACT PRICE - I WAS A STUDENT WORKING PART TIME IN A BAR) Anything else went (I know someone got a DIY chlamydia testing kit). I ended up going for a miniture drum kit - I loved it, I'm sure Andy would love it, everyone would surely put in enough effort to get something that would make their Secret Santee either smile or laugh.

Then I found out Andy had actually left the pub - right before I'd handed in the drum. That's okay I thought - I'll get the present back. My best friend was also a funny little hippy. So maybe he could have a present for once. Nope - apparently the office had just been 'redone' so my gift had gone for a wander. It's easy to mistake a substantially sized present. No whiff of 'opened, and jacked' here.

And my gift? Well, I was told by about three people that they knew who my santa was and that they had gotten me something. it's been almost two years now and nothing, so I'm gonna call bull - honky.

I wouldn't be so bitter about it if I wasnt sure that the drum had been nicked by the manager - an arsehole (this guy had been bum licked all the way to felch town) who made me stay on til 5am for lock-ins on uni nights and on one of these occasions had me 'joke sacked' by one of his friends for two weeks.
(ignoramusaurus, Mon 30 Nov 2009, 11:39, 2 replies)

*hug*
I'd be bitter too.
(xanthine, Tue 1 Dec 2009, 6:35, closed)

belated
o you wrote that on your b3ta birthday!! thanks
(ignoramusaurus, Wed 2 Dec 2009, 15:17, closed)