Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night! Also, the Best Secret Santa Stuff on the Planet.

Merry Christmas Blog Friends!

I hope that Santa brought you everything you hoped for this year. Santa (AKA me) wrapped up extra just in case presents for me (AKA myself) because they were awesome and inexpensive…and I unwrapped those this morning along with delightful gifts from my wonderful boyfriend. </shmoop>

Brian totally laughed at my heartfelt and humorous attempt at pinning our relationship down with lots of cheese in a personalized book. 

But really, home life Santas and Christmas joy aside, I’m here to tell you about my office Secret Santa project and all the amusement that came from it. In pictures, since it’s a holiday and you’ve got Christmas to enjoy.

My boss’ Secret Santa brought him a Santa PJ Suit, stuffed it with newspaper and set it at his desk. He took it really well.

My Secret Santa was AWESOME. Booze. Chocolate and…a special surprise!

2013-12-20 09.55.23We did a 2-3 present Secret Santa game all week, where surprises randomly showed up when you least expected it. The reveal was to happen at our CEO (Chief Entertainment Officer–that’s me) pot luck team holiday lunch.

Everyone kept telling me who they had and I STILL couldn’t figure out my Secret Santa. And my person couldn’t figure me out at all, even though a few other people thought I was their Santa. But I was stealthy. I had the front desk girl e-mail my recipient each day I had a present for her!

I’m really lucky to have such fun co-workers. And I certainly had a pretty great Secret Santa. And so did my boss. Ho Ho Ho!

What was your favorite part of the holiday season this year?

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I Got Bullied by the Intern

OK, so my plan has always been to keep my workplace shenanegins off the blog. You know, separate church and state.

Except that I just can’t keep the humor of the best job I’ve ever had away from you guys. Because you’re missing out and only getting the scraps of my life. And that’s not fair to you. Especially to those of you who braved two rounds of unemployment with me over the last year and a half.

Because my co-workers say things like: “I can’t get to hotlegsusa.com. What kind of workplace is this? I just want to look up pantyhose!”

Without further ado, welcome to my workplace.

I work at a pretty huge company. In one of their boutique satellite offices in the city. I am a part of a small, but growing team and this summer we have the pleasure of hosting an adorable intern. It’s like in college when you hosted a scooter (wow, never wrote about that…give me time friends. A scooter is a high school senior that spends a weekend in the dorms and you “scoot” them around and get them to do fun things) only with less peer pressure. Well sort of.

Although I think it’s supposed to be the other way around. You see, this morning, I purchased a pair of these:

wheelie sneaks

Shoes. For grown ups. With wheels. (Source: 6PM)

And it’s ALL BECAUSE OF THE INTERN.

We were talking about shoes with lights and wheelie sneaks and I found these shoes on sale. And the intern was all, “Monday morning. You better be rolling in on those babies.” And I told her, “It’s going to hurt…” And she said, “I feel like this is going to be some high quality entertainment. Mostly because you’re probably going to fall…and I want to be there…to catch you, of course.”

And with that logic, I couldn’t say no. Because you guys love a good falling story, you sick little sadists, you.

Brian’s response (he doesn’t know I have already bought them yet…): “That just… seems like a bad idea for you…”

So…Blog Friends. I’m taking bets. What do you think will happen when I roll through the city on my new wheelie kicks?

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