Secret Santa
Ah, the joy of giving anonymously. Squeal as your boss is given a porn mag for christmas. Out your colleagues with a carefully chosen Gaydar Radio compilation album, but best of all, keep quiet about picking your own name out of the hat and buy yourself something really, really expensive.
What have you given to people you hate?
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 10:03)
Ah, the joy of giving anonymously. Squeal as your boss is given a porn mag for christmas. Out your colleagues with a carefully chosen Gaydar Radio compilation album, but best of all, keep quiet about picking your own name out of the hat and buy yourself something really, really expensive.
What have you given to people you hate?
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 10:03)
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years ago
i was working for the gov and it was my first 'serious' job. secret santa time came around and i drew so woman in the office. i can't remember what i got her, but i spent over what was the budget for the particular year as everything within budget was shite. we had the grand opening on the day of the staff piss up and i'd had quite a bit to drink before the presents were handed out.
everyone got ok stuff. my turn came about and i got a fresh cream cake. not even a big cake, one of the small ones. with icing sugar on top.
i must have spent about half an hour spouting off about how i was never doing this again, how the person who got me this was a twunt of the highest order and how this working for a living was toss. i may have said a couple of things about how my job was shit and i hated it.
a mate leaned over and said 'open the box'
inside the box was a clutch of hand picked CDs.
bastard.
lh
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 13:35, Reply)
i was working for the gov and it was my first 'serious' job. secret santa time came around and i drew so woman in the office. i can't remember what i got her, but i spent over what was the budget for the particular year as everything within budget was shite. we had the grand opening on the day of the staff piss up and i'd had quite a bit to drink before the presents were handed out.
everyone got ok stuff. my turn came about and i got a fresh cream cake. not even a big cake, one of the small ones. with icing sugar on top.
i must have spent about half an hour spouting off about how i was never doing this again, how the person who got me this was a twunt of the highest order and how this working for a living was toss. i may have said a couple of things about how my job was shit and i hated it.
a mate leaned over and said 'open the box'
inside the box was a clutch of hand picked CDs.
bastard.
lh
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 13:35, Reply)
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