Approximately 3 days before I turned in my two week notice at ye ol' nursing home, a FedEx box came from the corporate office with my name on it. It seems that our parent company-- Fortune 500, I've been told-- still has enough heart to send out a welcome gift to new employees.
Gift in hand, I still didn't feel guilty turning in my notice. Care to know why?
With a tiny plastic light egg of this quality upon my arrival, my heart aches to know what I would have received at the five year mark, or even retirement. Maybe they would have splurged on a couple of those grocery store 3-D paper decorations that fold out accordian style.
To be fair, I should mention that the lightbulb inside changes color. The box claims that it should serve as "relaxing mood lighting". Let the romance begin.