Mr. Grande Latte Enema has given all the admins a bottle of wine for the holidays. When I saw the bottle on my desk, I had a surge of affection because I thought it was from Blaine or Yellow, you know, the guys I actually know and work with. Instead, it was the new mucky-muck office head sent straight from corporate who’s been having a hell of a time making friends with all us cynical bastards.

As with last year, when Juan the closet misogynist gave all the admins Godiva chocolates, I am vaguley annoyed. It’s like, if it was from somebody I actually had a working relationship which, it would be cool. I’d be delighted to get a bottle of wine from Yellow. But getting a gift from the office head who you never speak to is like getting a Valentine’s card from the popular girl in school who you know only gave you a card because her mom made her give *everyone* a card. There’s no affection behind it, no relationship, only something that feels uncomfortably like it’s either obligation or a like-like-me present, or both.

Eh, at least it’s red wine. I was worried I’d have another bottle of white cooking wine on my hands.

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