The worst Christmas party I've ever attended started innocently enough: a white elephant gift exchange in the conference room with coworkers I barely know. I thought it was just a lighthearted way to spend a lazy Monday afternoon. That was until I reached under the mistletoe and plucked out a tacky "I'm With Stupid" t-shirt. Mortified, I quickly handed it off to our CEO without acknowledging it. The room erupted into snickers and I sank lower in my seat, praying no one noticed my bright red face was slowly spreading from my forehead down my neck like a fire creeping under dry leaves. Who brings a white elephant gift with a message meant strictly for divorce lawyers? Apparently me.
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