Cubicle Chronicles – Office Secret Santa
Its the most miserable timmmeee, oofff theee yearrr! As great as the Holiday Season is, the Holiday Season at work is fucking awful. And the worst part of Christmas in the Cubes is the Office Secret Santa. Absolutely the most preposterous tradition a Cubicle Monkey has to endure. It always starts out the same – some office overachiever goes around and asks if you want to participate in Secret Santa. And obviously you can’t be a Scrooge about it. What you wanna say is “Fuck you, babe! I hope Santa leaves a bomb in my stocking this year so I can blow up and die and never come back to this office again.” But instead you say “Sure” and draw a name from a hat.
Oh great. Its the fat Indian girl three cubes down who barely speaks English and smells like a mixture of dirty diapers and vinegar. Can’t wait to spend my money on her. I’d rather draw the Orthodox Jewish Mom than her. You spend half your life dry heaving and throwing up in your mouth every time you smell her but now you gotta buy her a gift. What the fuck do you want, stinky? What I should do is march my ass down to Bath and Body Works and get you a whole array of body wash and perfume. What I want to do is get you a pair of those pine tree shaped car air fresheners to wear as earrings. What I really want to do is buy an entire box of nose plugs for you to regift to the rest of the office. Merry Christmas, smelly – your gift is that you can walk around stinking like a jock strap because the rest of the office is now plugged up. But you know what I’m going to do? Buy you a $10 iTunes gift card. Because I hate you and its anonymous and thats what everyone always does during the Office Secret Santa. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.
I mean really how pathetic is the whole process of gathering around in a conference room and exchanging shitty gifts? I’ve mentioned this before, but in my former life as an accountant, one manager would sit in the front of the room and play “Santa” and people would sit on his lap and open their gifts. It was the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen or heard outside of taking a shower in Happy Valley. Grown adults would sit on a grown man’s lap and open up their envelopes and fake being surprised at an iTunes card over and over and over. Occasionally a couple bottles of liquor gets mixed in there if you’re a lucky one. Not lucky because thats a nice gift. Lucky because maybe if you drink them fast enough you can die of alcohol poisoning. And by the end of the Secret Santa everyone has exchanged roughly 200 dollars total worth of gift cards that will never, ever, ever be redeemed. Its a real Christmas Miracle! Now if you’ll excuse me this was such a depressing and pathetic attempt to be friendly and festive I’m gonna go buy a menorah and convert to Judaism because as shitty as Hanukah is, its better than this garbage.


I had one where the rules were you couldn’t give a funny gift…”alright guys, you have to hate this, it’s important that you hate your job”
I’m gonna be “that guy” at the office christmas party this year
Also I got the task of creating “the deck” of who had who for presents…if you call a PowerPoint presentation a deck, please get pushed into the subway
Is it bad form to skip the office Christmas party? I mean, as much as I’d love to try to walk that fine line between getting drunk and talking to people I can’t stand while sober, it’s a pretty boring use of four hours. If I go by myself it’s fucking awful.
Looks like one of my ex bosses…I mean, really looks like her.
Do the stinky dot heads even have a clue as to what is going on? A nice selection of sacred cow meat cuts would do the trick.
People in my office are looking at me weird because I literally just blew boogers out of my nose trying to hold a laugh in..A+
How did we end up here? What happened to the days of company Christmas parties where the guys would drink whiskey and do blow in the men’s room, and the women would lift up there skirts and make copies of their clam? Fucking secret santa? I hope the Myans are right.
I’m not going to my holiday party and it’s during work hours. I’d rather sit at my desk looking thru Miley Cyrus GIFs from 3-5.
PS- This is the funniest blog that I’ve read on here in months.
yankee swap is even worse. Same shitty gifts, more forced interaction with 75% of my wish i could murder and get away with it list.
Several comments to address: @smish, my entire office calls it the fucking “deck.” I hate it with the force of KFC hating something with the force of 1000 suns. @dude last year I skipped the Christmas Party and got a stern talking-to from the CEO, no joke. Fucking bullshit. And @cage, I don’t know how we got here, but it sucks. I’d love to run a line off my executive assistant’s
secretary’s tits, but those days are long gone. If I get an iTunes card this year I might actually hurt someone.Looks like I screwed up my strike thing. Taking a lap. Then I’ll sue my coach for it.
It’s not likely that as a cubicle slave I’ll hear it from the CEO. I would probably hear it from my boss, but if I go I’ll have to listen to 20 people ask me where my date is. Fuck work. I think I’m going to have a family event that night.
And by family event I mean I’m going to go back to my apartment and drink my misery away.
Fuck those Yankee Swaps.. Got a fucking “Goats in Trees” Calendar last year and nearly Javon Belcher’d myself
It’s even worse if you work in an office full of liberals who insist on calling it “Secret Snowman” so that the one Jew in the office (who doesn’t give a shit what it’s called) doesn’t get offended.
Luckily, my current job doesn’t do this.
Reminded me of a place I worked at a few years ago. I regifted a sandwich maker that I got two years before. A+ blog!
my favorite part of KFCs cubical chronicles is that 100% he is going to be back in cube-ville eventually w/the rest of us suckers and will be all the more miserable for it. i mean, you can’t think you’re going to get rich off the stool, right? once EP sells for pennies on the dollar you’re going to have to go back to working for the man in an office, even if you aren’t doing accounting.
it’s even worse working in a Mormon dominated office in the boonies. At least with Secret Santa/Yankee Swap it’s organized, so you only end up needing to get one gift for the entire office, endure 20 minutes of awkwardness, and be done with the whole thing. Here, everyone’s different, you always have some over zealous person giving everyone a gift, or some family treat, or some creepy photo Christmas Card (really, there’s nothing weirder than a family photo Christmas Card from some VP you’ve talked to all of two or three times), and you’re left wondering whether you should waste a lot of time and money getting everyone shit, or be the office Christmas slacker. plus, you don’t even get the liquor gifts, with everyone being momo’s and all
A++ blog. CGTSO – great point about the wonderful old Christmas parties (back before “Holiday Parties” took over).
I remember this married broad in her late 30′s getting sloppy drunk, who started pawing at this jacked 25 year old guy’s chest complaining to him about her lonely, sexless marriage, while dropping innuendos. The best part about those Xmas parties were the stories and hilarious misbehavior of those who flushed whatever miniscule career path they had down the toilet by getting out of control.
Luckily the people in my office hate this shit as much as I do. We are going out for lunch, and that’s about it. Everyone chip in $10 to get the boss a gift card to Golfer’s Warehouse.