This isn’t my story, however was handed on to me by one other coworker named Jason, because it occurred just a few years earlier than I began at my office.
It is a story about Darcy, who was my boss for a couple of 12 months after I used to be employed, earlier than retiring. Darcy was an entire nightmare, evidenced by the a number of individuals who instructed me they had been sorry they hadn’t warned me about her earlier than I took the job. Anyway, Darcy was happening in her first present trade inside our division since she’d began. With solely about 14 common staff, we aren’t precisely enormous, and when you’ve labored right here for a short time, you are likely to know no less than the fundamentals of who everyone seems to be. And even for those who don’t, there’s loads of folks you possibly can flip to and say “hey, I don’t know this man, what ought to I get him?”
You already know the place that is going. Perhaps.
Reward trade begins, everybody will get their presents…everybody besides Jason. Issues are a bit awkward, as a result of he’s the one one with no present, and apparently has been handed over. However wait, there’s nonetheless one present left beneath the tree! Somebody goes to choose it up, and Darcy tells them, “No, that’s for Theresa.”
Silence.
There is no such thing as a one right here named Theresa. There has really *by no means* been anybody right here named Theresa.
So as a result of there’s one giftless particular person and one personless present, Jason will get to open “Theresa’s” present of a souffle dish. As a result of apparently, Theresa, who, once more, doesn’t exist, likes to bake.
It seems that sure, Darcy drew Jason’s title. And for some motive, as quickly as she learn his title, thought “Ah, sure, Theresa. I’ll get her a souffle dish.”
Just a few years later, throughout the one vacation season that Darcy and I labored collectively, she gave me a bizarre little handmade vase (handmade by whom, I have no idea) with clay bits caught to it to offer the vase the face of a grumpy previous man with a beard. This was exterior of the same old present trade. “It made me consider you,” she instructed me. Thanks.
*All names pretend, in fact.
