(Clue: it would be the blue BEDSOCK* on the right of the picture)
Anyway, you could tell when the managers came back from their meeting due to the howls of laughter from outside the room as they clocked the sock. "Who does that belong to?" shrieked one of them. When she worked out it was me, she reprimanded me for not at least DECORATING said sock . . . sorry, STOCKING!!!
I decided at that point perhaps I should take the competition a little more seriously . . .
. . . Okay, well not all THAT seriously, to be honest. A tiny bit of tinsel stolen from around my PC and a post-it note with "Merry Christmas" written on it doesn't really provide much competition with the others next to it. Or does it . . .?
When the woman came back to announce the winners, she did make special mention to my entry . . . basically to say how crap it was. Frankly, I was hurt. After the winners were announced, I stormed up to the window and ripped my entry down, pulling the tinsel and post-it off and flinging them into the bin dramatically. "It's a fix," I announced as I threw the sock back in my desk drawer with its matched pair. "An artist is never appreciated in her own time!"
I just hope people didn't think I was being serious . . .
Oh yes and we did our Secret Santa today. With one of the girls dressed in an inflatable Santa suit. Absolutely classic! I got a lovely present - luckily I'm really easy to buy for and was given a gorgeous necklace from Next. Another person took the whole ten pound limit very seriously and gave their giftee . . . a ten pound note in an envelope.**
I know Secret Santa is always a bit of a hit-or-miss affair -and people probably deep down WOULD prefer the money - but that sort of takes the fun out of it . . .
*You're wondering why I had bedsocks in the office, right? About a year ago, I stepped in a massive puddle on the way to work and got my feet ridiculously wet. All day long I rued the fact I had no thick fluffy socks to warm my feet up. So I made sure I always did from then on . . .
**I felt a bit sorry for the guy who got the ten pounds as he had ran into town on his lunchbreak to get HIS person a present - and did a pretty damn good job of it . . . even though he was still wrapping it (badly!) ten seconds before "Santa" started giving out the presents!