This is a group of coworkers all preparing to draw names for Secret Santa at the office. Claudia is the boss and she is the most passive aggressive woman alive. When she disapproves of an employee’s decision she asks “and...how did we come to that conclusion?” She always refers to people as “we” even though she takes full credit for all good ideas. One of these ladies is notorious for putting half the bagels from the break room in her purse to take home. One spends an hour in stall #3 of the bathroom each morning to avoid work. One spends 65% of her day checking in on her online dating profiles - Jeff, a promising paralegal, just asked her to dinner at Olive Garden this Friday night.
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
