Absolutely anyone could be a failure at buying cards.
It does not matter whether you are a father, a mother, best friend or even a loving husband and wife.
A person could be giving up all together before trying.
They may resort to other means like getting someone else to pick out the card for them.
Moreover, the person that they have vested their trust in, would search for the one of its kind card which could be as equally as useless in trying to convey something.
When trying to find the right card with the right card with the right message, make sure you understand what the occasion is for.
It is quite embarrassing for you to give someone a get well card when you know they have a terminal disease.
They will be devastated for sure.
Try getting them a card with words of inspiration and support.
Anyway that was a time I would like to forget with the speed of a bolt of electrifying lightning.
There is a lot more sordid tales of gifts gone wrong but I will reserve the more lurid tales for the upcoming Thanksgiving table.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly".
It was Christmas time again! Excuse me if I don't jump up and down teeming with excitement.
After a couple more erroneous gifts I was up to my neck in frustration.
Fate decided to play a nasty trick on me and I found myself standing the midst of the festive season clutter, with a winding list of people who were expecting me to add to their share of festive cheer.
Initially I stood there dumbfounded, looking a little nostalgic; I wanted to go home! I fought the feeling to run impulsively to the bus stop and board the 66 instead I put on a brave front and went Christmas shopping.
Beneath the facade I was slowly but surely losing it as I was not amused by the gifts that were on offer until I got into this specific department store.
It was gift baskets galore! I had died and gone to heaven.
There was a range of delightful playthings for toddlers; cuddly and fluffy teddies and tones of dolls.
Apart from the latter, there was also gift baskets of clothing, jewelry, exotic perfumes and plenty other miscellaneous items.
I confidently looked at my list, slid on a beaming smile and gave this whole shopping thing a try.
That Christmas I was a mess! Everybody adored their presents and I was deemed queen of gifts.
I am not one to sound my own trumpet but I was indeed quite a professional at picking out gifts! You will realize the hidden talent in you.
Equipped with this new found talent, you can transform yourself into an instant creative guru.
I tugged and pulled at my hair! My face drowned in rosacea, I was steaming mad and was about to shriek in the highest pitch I could muster.
Why was the unsuspecting victim again? Okay, so it definitely caught me off guard, I was not anticipating another encounter with the 'animal', well not in the office! I had been selected for the prestigious committee that was responsible for making corporate gift baskets for the top clients.
If I was paying for past sins then the judgment was unduly inequitable.
I said a prayer begging for amnesty and wobbled to the board room.
After the meeting I was in amazement.
We had managed to beat the dreaded monster and had brain stormed a lot of lucrative ideas such as exclusive holiday packages abroad, luxurious spa treatments, top merchandise with the company logo emblazed on it, and many other lucrative ideas! At the end of the day I was muddled up ball of yarn; was I wrong to assume that this so-called ogre really existed? Anyway I reaffirmed my adept skill and boldly took on more tasks, until I naively got another monster attack!
It does not matter whether you are a father, a mother, best friend or even a loving husband and wife.
A person could be giving up all together before trying.
They may resort to other means like getting someone else to pick out the card for them.
Moreover, the person that they have vested their trust in, would search for the one of its kind card which could be as equally as useless in trying to convey something.
When trying to find the right card with the right card with the right message, make sure you understand what the occasion is for.
It is quite embarrassing for you to give someone a get well card when you know they have a terminal disease.
They will be devastated for sure.
Try getting them a card with words of inspiration and support.
Anyway that was a time I would like to forget with the speed of a bolt of electrifying lightning.
There is a lot more sordid tales of gifts gone wrong but I will reserve the more lurid tales for the upcoming Thanksgiving table.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly".
It was Christmas time again! Excuse me if I don't jump up and down teeming with excitement.
After a couple more erroneous gifts I was up to my neck in frustration.
Fate decided to play a nasty trick on me and I found myself standing the midst of the festive season clutter, with a winding list of people who were expecting me to add to their share of festive cheer.
Initially I stood there dumbfounded, looking a little nostalgic; I wanted to go home! I fought the feeling to run impulsively to the bus stop and board the 66 instead I put on a brave front and went Christmas shopping.
Beneath the facade I was slowly but surely losing it as I was not amused by the gifts that were on offer until I got into this specific department store.
It was gift baskets galore! I had died and gone to heaven.
There was a range of delightful playthings for toddlers; cuddly and fluffy teddies and tones of dolls.
Apart from the latter, there was also gift baskets of clothing, jewelry, exotic perfumes and plenty other miscellaneous items.
I confidently looked at my list, slid on a beaming smile and gave this whole shopping thing a try.
That Christmas I was a mess! Everybody adored their presents and I was deemed queen of gifts.
I am not one to sound my own trumpet but I was indeed quite a professional at picking out gifts! You will realize the hidden talent in you.
Equipped with this new found talent, you can transform yourself into an instant creative guru.
I tugged and pulled at my hair! My face drowned in rosacea, I was steaming mad and was about to shriek in the highest pitch I could muster.
Why was the unsuspecting victim again? Okay, so it definitely caught me off guard, I was not anticipating another encounter with the 'animal', well not in the office! I had been selected for the prestigious committee that was responsible for making corporate gift baskets for the top clients.
If I was paying for past sins then the judgment was unduly inequitable.
I said a prayer begging for amnesty and wobbled to the board room.
After the meeting I was in amazement.
We had managed to beat the dreaded monster and had brain stormed a lot of lucrative ideas such as exclusive holiday packages abroad, luxurious spa treatments, top merchandise with the company logo emblazed on it, and many other lucrative ideas! At the end of the day I was muddled up ball of yarn; was I wrong to assume that this so-called ogre really existed? Anyway I reaffirmed my adept skill and boldly took on more tasks, until I naively got another monster attack!