My love language is definitely not gifts. The whole process of gift-giving and receiving, especially at work, gives me anxiety. All week long people have been coming to my desk with gifts of Christmas cookies, candies, and treats and I have nothing to offer. Is it not written that when one brings you a gift, you give one in return? For the love of expectations!
Ever so patiently, I waited near the spices for the masses to clear only to discover that all the greedy bargain shoppers had snatched up the last of the ginger. And the cinnamon, cumin, allspice, and nutmeg. You'd think it was the holidays or something! I decided that no one really likes ginger anyway (except my mother) and so I would do without.
And wouldn't you know it, WalMart was out of pumpkin too!! Certainly I cannot make pumpkin bread without any pumpkin. And here I gave up. I called Kyle in a panic wondering what could I possibly get or make or do that would send Christmas cheer around the office and fool everyone into believing that I am a domestic queen?? I'm pretty sure I heard him roll his eyes through the phone.
So I left WalMart after an hour of inner turmoil with damaged pride, a box of assorted jams, and a package of truffles. Merry Christmas coworkers, only two of you will be receiving gifts and I do hope you like jams and chocolates. Maybe next year I will master office gift-giving at a more especially creative level.