I'm finished with Christmas shopping...my own anyways. I have all the packages bought, the stocking stuffers tucked away...and with the exception of a few tiny trivial things, I have what I need.
What I am not done shopping for is my boss. Every few days there is another list of things to buy. Now don't get me wrong, generally, I don't mind this. I actually kind of enjoy it, as long as my mood is perky. But as usual, in my line of work, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed, but always are.
Today, one of those holiday lines was crossed.
Amongst the velour sweatsuits, cologne, and DS games, I was asked to buy " a sappy husband Christmas card...you know something about how great you are and how much I love you."
My boss has asked me to buy a Christmas card love letter for her husband. Which, I did.
But the thing is, if I was her husband, that would make me feel like shit. You can't go in Walgreens and pick me out a card yourself? The things about how great I am that you say in the card aren't even things you actually think, they are things our nanny thinks. Or things our nanny thinks YOU should be thinking about ME but clearly are not.
So, I spent a good 15 minutes reading holiday cards and trying to get one that was sufficiently sappy, but not so over the top that it would make me uncomfortable to know that I bought it for him, even though it is technically from her.
So, here's my ho ho holiday tip for today: If you are going to buy a card for your significant other...either pick the damn thing out yourself, or just stick to a To/From tag.
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