The Gift in My Mailbox

As I sat huddled over my Mac, creating a last-minute ad that was already three hours past deadline, writer's block muddled my brain and my half-baked InDesign skills inspired prayers that I never find myself without a capable graphic designer on staff.

Hastily, I created a pdf of the ad and printed it off for editing. I rushed into the dining hall, thrusting the ad upon three witless interns, trying to sound managerial as I begged them, in desperation, to proofread the piece for me.

As I rushed to submit the ad before the weekend, somewhere across the office, someone was putting time and thought into making my day a little happier.

I submitted the ad for publication, and while I was submitting, someone else was someone else was sticking an awkwardly wrapped gift, complete with big, red bow, in my office mailbox.

I present you (pun fully intended, because I'm witty like that) with Evidence A, "The Gift":


Standing at my desk, taking in the boyish wrap-job and Christmas colors, a smile spread across my previously grimacing face. Someone cared enough to wrap up some little something for me.

I snapped this photo, and I proceeded to unwrap the package.

I slid the white box out from the shiny, striped paper, and I grinned goofily as I opened it up.

Inside, this is what I found. Observe Evidence B, "the Empty Box":


Nothing.

I have been the target of an intra-office practical joke. I'm sorta flattered.