I hadn’t seen my boss, Motorhead, since the middle of December. I talk to him on the phone once or twice a week but since I’m in another building he rarely comes to see me. Actually, I think he’s been avoiding me, but that’s a story for another day. Every time I’ve talked to him since Christmas he’s mentioned that he needs to stop by and give me the Christmas gift he got me. Clearly, this is not a perishable item.
Yesterday, he shows up in my office with a little gift wrapped box and a ‘card.’ The card was actually just a regular sheet of paper folded in half and stapled. I opened it and saw this. I gave a little chuckle and put it down quickly. I was a little suprised, but I’m not easily offended. Motorhead is just a middle-aged lecher who likes off-color jokes and surfing E-bay and adult websites in his office when no one is around.
I wonder whether he gave this same ‘card’ to the other two women that work for him. I’ll have to ask them. Fortunately, I already knew what was in the box because one of the women had told me what it was, saying that he gets everyone one the same thing. Still, I’m thinking, as I very slowly unwrap the package, she could be wrong. Phew. Inside was a $25 gift certificate to this store. Nice.