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My office really gets into the holiday spirit regardless of what the holiday is. For Halloween, most people are in costumes, and the office is decked out in Halloween decorations. For the past two years, everyone in the office was assigned someone to whom to give a gift bag. Once they received it, they’d have to give one to their assigned recipient. Both years, I was the last recipient, so I didn’t have to give anyone anything. (As a recovering Catholic, that makes me feel very guilty.) That’s probably a good thing, because as you’re about to see, I don’t understand these people at all.
For the past 4 years, my coworkers (yes, primarily women, including the boss) have been decorating my office, insisting on a pink motif right down to the mouse pad (not shown).
Maybe that’s why my costume this year is “old guy with no sense of fun.”
Here’s my gift bag.
Digging a little deeper, I received some socks. Women’s fuzzy socks.
I don’t think they understand me either. If they did, they would have included this in my gift bag.
Fortunately, I also received the following to wash away the frustration.
Maybe they do understand me.
Happy Halloween!
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