Christmas is Coming

In anticipation for the Christmas gathering my company will have, the organisers started this Secret Angel game where you pick a colleague’s name out of a bag and then you will be his/her secret angel from last week till the party starts. As a secret angel, you’re supposed to among other things, drop encouraging messages, give small gifts, etc, via a proxy of course.

I’ve played this game before and so am quite masterly at it. I picked this rather matronly and married lady from the (boring) finance department. First day I dropped a short post it note, second day I gave my Calbee prawn crackers which I was saving for a rainy day, third day I had a buffet lunch at a hotel so I stole a green apple and gave it to her and fourth day (today) I gave her some of my strawberry Pocky.

My angel on the other hand, was quite quiet all these while which made my life a little boring.

That explained why my Facebook message today was “I hope to get something from my angel”

Then today.. I got a torrent of stuff.. One was a cupcake with tons of icing sugar on it and the note signed off as” Not your Secret Angel”. I didn’t mind as long as I got something. Then after lunch I got curry puff and a note on the wrapper that said “Enjoy, I know you love food. From your secret angel”



And I got a Christmas card today from an ex-colleague. Let’s call her KS... The card is blog-worthy cos she wrote a first card but then made a mistake then threw it out. She wrote the second card, sealed it but then lost it. She couldn’t find it…..and was going to write a third card but I called to thank her for the card. Someone must have picked it up and sent it for her. Sigh.. now you know the level of incompetence I had to deal with in my previous job.

*EDIT* My ex-colleague now insists that she is the most competent of all my staff. Then she changed to "one of the more competent*

In any case, she semi-insisted that my facebook message on the angel was referring to her and her card.

It’s not.