« on: December 17, 2014, 08:50:53 pm »
So, it was that time of year for the annual workplace frippery that goes by the name "secret santa". Owing to a bit of managerial disorganisation, there hadn't been a drawing of names, so it became more of a "pot luck secret santa". And I'd somehow missed the discussion about it actually happening, so I only found out yesterday, which didn't leave me much time for any kind of thoughtful shopping - but, with the limited budget and the time constraints last night, I put some care into getting something that I thought might at least be reasonably well appreciated by whichever member of my team actually got it (and as it turned out, it ended up in the hands of the colleague I thought might like it most, and so she did!).
So, what sumptuous treasure did I receive?
Some piggin' lottery scratchcards. I mean, okay, there's a chance I could win a decent amount of money, but you know, the odds of that are preposterously remote. And, funnily enough, none of them turned out to win me any money at all. So, I put in a fair amount of thought (as indeed did others, noticing some of the other things round the table) to get something nice that someone could keep and use and enjoy for years, and I get a few pieces of cardboard worth diddly...
And colleagues wonder why I don't get enthusiastic about Christmas.