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)
« Go Back
OTT?
I used to work in a large team, about 25 or 30 people, ideal size for revenge Secret Santas. My victim was a geology graduate and National Front member called Jared. Now, being Jewish, I’m naturally against anyone who confesses a love of geology, so when I picked his name out of the hat I hatched my plan.
Final team meeting of the year and the pressies were given out. Jared had a medium sized parcel about the size and shape of a paperback book, but lighter. Inside the cheap wrapping was a cardboard box, inside that a pass-the-parcel made up from sheets of A4 printing paper, on each was one word:
I’m
going
to
let
you
into
a
secret
then inside the ‘secret’ sheet, a tiny box, which used to contain cufflinks…
…and inside that a note: “Grow up, there IS NO FUCKING SANTA CLAUS, arsehole”
Well, OK, fair cop this didn’t actually happen, but put this down as one of my regrets instead.
( , Mon 18 Dec 2006, 13:30, Reply)
I used to work in a large team, about 25 or 30 people, ideal size for revenge Secret Santas. My victim was a geology graduate and National Front member called Jared. Now, being Jewish, I’m naturally against anyone who confesses a love of geology, so when I picked his name out of the hat I hatched my plan.
Final team meeting of the year and the pressies were given out. Jared had a medium sized parcel about the size and shape of a paperback book, but lighter. Inside the cheap wrapping was a cardboard box, inside that a pass-the-parcel made up from sheets of A4 printing paper, on each was one word:
I’m
going
to
let
you
into
a
secret
then inside the ‘secret’ sheet, a tiny box, which used to contain cufflinks…
…and inside that a note: “Grow up, there IS NO FUCKING SANTA CLAUS, arsehole”
Well, OK, fair cop this didn’t actually happen, but put this down as one of my regrets instead.
( , Mon 18 Dec 2006, 13:30, Reply)
« Go Back