It is the festive season here at Mr Baskerville's office. This basically means that now everyone else is drinking at lunchtime, which is fine with Mr B. He will wave goodbye to his job, which is moving to sunnier climes, in a haze of bellinis and wine.
It is also the season of cutbacks. The HR department sent e-christmas cards this year. HR is evidently carefully monitoring time, and absolutely no time at all was spent in designing this card.
The publisher where Mr B works is even more conscientious. She wasted no time at all, but simply forwarded a festive e-card which she had received from an Oil and Gas company.
It is also the season of gift-giving, which, in a just and fair world, would also mean gift-receiving. Mr B rushed out at the last possible moment and purchased a 'lovely' gift from the Sale table for the person he works (and I use the word in it's loosest sense) with. There was a time limit, as this person was leaving for their vacation the next day and Mr B wanted to allow time for her to reciprocate. This morning he received: a candy cane.
Merry Fucking Christmas, company.
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This could be my favourite post yet.
Nothing says 'Merry Christmas' like an ecard from an oil and gas company. wtf?
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