Dear Donna,
You’ve been flying under the radar at ISX this year,
especially with so many...not-so-nice…co-workers. But I’ve been tracking your movements whenever I can spare an
eye.
You first major task this year was to manage the build
out. In honor of such, I would have a
foreman’s hat for you, but my elves build toys for kids, so no construction
hats were available. (Open gift #1.[Helmet]) With the Segway available to the public
(well, soon), the need for safety has gone up.
But with so many Segways, I ran out of adult models of helmets. Hope the smaller one works.
Your next hurdle was dealing with Greg and his volatile
attitude. I would provide an
Alabama-English dictionary, but, instead, I’ve given a peek into what his
version of Windows XP looks like, since this is a technical office and all
(open gift #2 [Winders Alabama Edition] ).
You are also very matronly, making sure the office is in order. An exceptional trait. I sure know that the engineers need cleaning up after themselves. Here is a short guide for returning things to offices.
Doug = (open gift #3 [Legos] ) the
“biggest” of big kids drops Legos behind (he doesn’t have one of the wife
things at the office)
Jimmie = (open gift #4 [Pluto Pez Dispenser] ) Pluto
toys
Trayton = (open
gift #5 [Rattle] ) “our little Trayton” is growing
up and trying to leave behind his life as a baby, so you might find rattles and
pacifiers lying around
Vanb = knex stress reliever widgets
Greg = weapons that he hurls around pretending a certain
DARPA PM is the target
Sherry = spreadsheets of numbers
Mark = nothing…he’s never here
Mike = (open gift #5 [Toy Motorcycle] )
motorcycle toys and repair tools
Angelo = juggling pins
Alicia = knocked over bottles of sake (or any alcohol)
Kevin = dropped toothpaste and boxes of dental floss
Another translation issue you might wonder about is vanb
talking to some “dude” as you enter and exit his office. I don’t know who this “dude” is, but (open
gift #6 [Dude Chips] ), but I found his chips. Perhaps vanb eats these chips and is
immersed in “dudeness”.
My final piece of advice is to learn the roads of
Atlanta. We don’t need any fiascos like
last year’s Christmas.
Merry Christmas,
Secret Santa