Dear Supervisor,
Ummm thanks, I guess, for these stellar socks you left on my keyboard this morning. I'm, uh, really grateful that you have bestowed this AMAZING gift upon me as a token of your thanks for all that I do. If this is what my work is worth to the company, then this is yet another reason to find a new job--err, I mean, I consider myself blessed. As I place my hard-earned gift in a special place [read: the trash], I am inspired to write two haikus:
Furnace was broken
But the heat is working now
Thank god, these are fug
These socks have anchors
I think my feet are too big
Or just embarrassed
Love,
Margo
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