Wha...?

Yeah, that would be what my face looked like today. We had our company Secret Santa party today. It's a bit different that what I'm used to, but I don't know whether to assume that's a cultural difference or just some other coincidence. In my history, you find out who your Secret Santa was. Today, I found that you don't. Which is cool. No biggie.

Work Annika (WA) (we have to review for this story to have full impact) is different than Normal Annika (NA). NA talks constantly, laughs even more and is generally a fun loving person. Generally. WA is a workhorse. WA doesn't talk to people too much and doesn't attend social things at work unless she can be somehow behind the scenes baking or cleaning or setting up. So. The point of that is that people at work know a very different Annika.

My gift comes up. Thankfully, we didn't have the awkward everyone-looks-at-Annika-opening-her-present-what-face-do-you-give time. We just handed 'em out and opened 'em up. I got these two gifts: a Spongebob Squarepants notebook and fuzzy handcuffs.

I'll pause for that to sink in.

Now, I was mortified. In NA company, this would have been hilarious. But at work?! In what world is that an appropriate gift? I had no idea how to react. Plus, and most importantly, conjure up the mental image this person must have of me in his (it was totally a guy) mind. I am sure I turned 100 shades of red. Then people near me saw the handcuffs and they're being waved above my head. I knew going to that Christmas party was a bad idea. They saw me while drinking and then thought it'd be hilarious to make me horrifically uncomfortable in front of the whole building.

Well done, sir. Well done. :) You got me. But. I will find out the culprit. I'm just praying it's someone I actually talk to!

Oh, and um... I leave for the States in a couple hours!!! So this will be the last blog for a bit unless my internet addiction rears its ugly head while I'm on holiday. Otherwise, a happy holiday season to you and yours.