We operate a 'Secret Santa' thing at work. I don't usually participate; part of the curse of Senior Management (aside from not being able to do the things that you were really good at before you got promoted) is that participating in such things are frowned upon.
In keeping with my current "I don't give a damn" attitude adopted since The Ex ran off with her boss, this year I took part.
The gift Secret Santa gave me was... faintly disturbing. Freud would have had a field day.
Photo to follow later on tonight...
