Don’t get me wrong, I like the people that work for me. Well, some of them anyway. My problem is this, every single milestone in my life, from birthday to anniversary, I receive the same gift- a snow globe.
I made one single off-hand comment regarding the tiny plastic menace, and ever since my entire department thinks I have a fetish! What started out to be a mild dislike has manifested into irrational hatred. My dining room has become a haven for these ghastly little things.
There will be hell to pay if my parting gift is anything less than a two-week, all-inclusive holiday to Torremolinos.