I'm eternally grateful that I work in an office that shakes its collective head at the idea of a Secret Santa. Ditto for the idea of a Christmas party: we do Christmas drinks and that's it, thanks. However, they are OBSESSED with Christmas cards, which is solely my responsibility. Which I why I felt kind of badly about calling in sick today, because I promised to send out 1000+ cards today, until I got out of bed only to become so dizzy I started seeing stars and falling into things. It's official: I'm sick. Yuck.