So three months into my new job, in the height of the holiday season what should be delivered to me at work one morning but a gift basket. A gift basket in the true sense of the word in that there were cookies, crackers, cheese spread and more tucked neatly inside a wicker tray. I felt like I won an Oscar statuette if only for a fleeting moment because it came especially for me!
The basket was courtesy of a local speciality printer with whom I only did business once during my short tenure.
Maybe it was a gentle reminder that I could shove more jobs his way but nonetheless, it was appreciated. Unfortunately, I sent everyone else in my department home the day I received the lovely gift and scarfed the whole darn thing down. That’s what happens when you work 12+ hour days I suppose.