Friday of last week, my company had its delayed holiday party. As a member of a department with a very busy end of the year, I appreciate the delay. Then again, January isn't a very sleepy month either, but it is a better option. During this very fun party time was set aside for the White Elephant Gift Exchange.
What is it about this game that brings out the eye of the tiger? (No more animal expressions from this point forward.) I suppose I understand competitiveness, as I bring this out while shopping at Target. See this top? Got it for $.97 at Old Navy.
I'm also a hoarder. I don't need more things. Still, I want to win the things. My first year was win-win as what I got (12 pack of La Croix) ended up with a coworker. At a friends party, I tried to win a pair of socks for my hostess. Didn't work. I got sock blocked by her husband.
There are many rule variations and ours happen to involve a steal max of 2 times. This being my third company rodeo, I have developed a new competition. I want my gift to be fought over. Yes...fight for my crap.
This year I pivoted as I had no time to think about it. I helped plan the party and was focused on making sure our amateur photo booth didn't result in my tablet being accidentally knocked over or my embarrassing calendar reminders chiming in front of my coworkers.
I have a wall of crap, surely there is a generic present gathering dust I can repurpose. There on my bookshelf was a copy of Represent: The Woman’s Guide to Running for Office and Changing the World. No, this is not crap, but husband and I both got signed copies included in our tickets to How Did This Get Made? People won't fight over this but I hope to at least get a big reaction.
I hesitate though. I want to read this. I could read his, but I don't want to be presumptuous. Maybe I should grab those fuzzy slipper socks from two Christmases ago. The hoarder in me was flaring up.
Husband to the rescue. He gave me his copy. I squeaked so hard when I asked "REALLY?" He said yes. I was set. I was proud of him. I was happy for me.
In the end, the book got a big laugh when my very tall male CEO opened it up. It got stolen from ine of our VPs to spare him a lady centric book. There were many laughs when she opened up the section about what to do with your nude photos. She joked that she'd save it for when her daughter was older.
Stolen once, but overall, I think I won....this game I made up. VICTORY!
What is it about this game that brings out the eye of the tiger? (No more animal expressions from this point forward.) I suppose I understand competitiveness, as I bring this out while shopping at Target. See this top? Got it for $.97 at Old Navy.
I'm also a hoarder. I don't need more things. Still, I want to win the things. My first year was win-win as what I got (12 pack of La Croix) ended up with a coworker. At a friends party, I tried to win a pair of socks for my hostess. Didn't work. I got sock blocked by her husband.
There are many rule variations and ours happen to involve a steal max of 2 times. This being my third company rodeo, I have developed a new competition. I want my gift to be fought over. Yes...fight for my crap.
This year I pivoted as I had no time to think about it. I helped plan the party and was focused on making sure our amateur photo booth didn't result in my tablet being accidentally knocked over or my embarrassing calendar reminders chiming in front of my coworkers.
I have a wall of crap, surely there is a generic present gathering dust I can repurpose. There on my bookshelf was a copy of Represent: The Woman’s Guide to Running for Office and Changing the World. No, this is not crap, but husband and I both got signed copies included in our tickets to How Did This Get Made? People won't fight over this but I hope to at least get a big reaction.
I hesitate though. I want to read this. I could read his, but I don't want to be presumptuous. Maybe I should grab those fuzzy slipper socks from two Christmases ago. The hoarder in me was flaring up.
Husband to the rescue. He gave me his copy. I squeaked so hard when I asked "REALLY?" He said yes. I was set. I was proud of him. I was happy for me.
In the end, the book got a big laugh when my very tall male CEO opened it up. It got stolen from ine of our VPs to spare him a lady centric book. There were many laughs when she opened up the section about what to do with your nude photos. She joked that she'd save it for when her daughter was older.
Stolen once, but overall, I think I won....this game I made up. VICTORY!
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